A bearded man sat on a chair, facing a young man across the room. The younger man had black hair, styled in a wolf cut and tied upwards.
His complexion was pale and smooth, almost like silk.
Several fresh wounds marked his skin, though they were already beginning to heal. Both men sat in silence, divided by the wooden partition between them.
They were inside a confessional room within the Citadel — a sprawling sanctuary that housed more than four hundred people. Many were gathered in groups, and in all regards, it resembled a small city of its own, complete with a market and everything one could possibly need, though everything came at a price.
The bearded man within the room was the third highest-ranking hunter in the entire Citadel, commanding a hunting party of over a hundred individuals. He was, in truth, a Tier Five and had garnered numerous accolades throughout his tenure within the Trial Zone.
