In the distance, Raiden watched him approach: crisp white shirt with sleeves pushed up to his elbows, a rich burgundy waistcoat, brown pants, and hair smoothly combed back.
The figure looked familiar, yet Raiden couldn't quite place him. His mind seemed reluctant to surface those memories. Still, he found himself wondering what this person might be.
His hand fidgeted, desperately trying to recall who this human was. But then… after a brief moment, Raiden smirked upon seeing the person before him smile so openly.
It came back to him suddenly: this was MK, the Rulekeeper's guardian. The recognition brought a wave of relief, his body relaxing as if he'd been unconsciously waiting for this encounter.
But the moment MK caught a clearer sight of Raiden and Nico, he stopped dead. His hands balled into fists as Raiden watched his fury intensify dramatically.
"How could you?" MK said, his eyes narrowing. "You've caused my lady all this stress, and what, you are here having a blast?"
