Allen froze like a statue when he saw the deep-black mech-suit flowing strangely around the person's body, its surface shifting and moving with an unnatural fluidity, almost like a living thing that had wrapped itself around its master.
Allen couldn't believe it... The President himself had come here.
No!
Why did he come here?
Allen stared blankly at the President, his expression lost and his thoughts scrambling for an explanation. The handgun in his hand slowly lowered, his arm losing its strength as though his body had already realised the danger before his mind could accept it.
"What are you doing here, Allen?" The President asked coldly, a faint trace of amusement beneath his voice.
Allen swallowed hard, sweat beginning to gather across his face.
"I-I was searching for the person who hurt my grandma. You know she lives here, don't you?"
His voice carried a nervous hesitation, as though he was carefully testing whether the President remembered.
