Daniel met Lucian's gaze.
"Nothing. Nothing. Just minding my own business."
Lucian studied him for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly before he gave Daniel a skeptical sideways glance. A second later, he turned his attention away.
Just then, hurried footsteps echoed down the street.
A middle-aged man came rushing toward them, a worn leather satchel bouncing against his hip with every hurried step. Sweat glistened across his forehead, and his chest heaved beneath his rumpled clothes.
*Gasp~ Gasp~ Gasp~*
The moment he reached them, he bent forward and planted both hands against his knees, struggling to catch his breath.
His shoulders rose and fell with every ragged breath.
"What happened, Mr. Carter?" Zero asked, his brows drawing together.
The man lifted his head slightly, still struggling to breathe.
Daniel's eyes lingered on him for a moment.
"Status," he murmured under his breath.
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Name: Jacob Carter
Age: 52
HP: 5890/5890
Mana: 4300/4300
