A black limousine stopped in front of the grand Blue Box Convention Center. A small convoy of sleek black cars parked around it in tight formation.
In an instant, several men in sharp black suits jumped out from one of the convoy cars. Like robots, two of them rushed to the limo and opened the doors with elegance.
From the luxurious vehicle stepped out two figures.
Willow and River.
The moment their shoes touched the pavement, a tidal wave of reporters surged forward. Cameras flashed, mics stretched in every direction, and voices barked over one another in a frenzy.
River froze.
His slender fingers immediately gripped the hem of his super suit as he hunched his shoulders, eyes lowering to the ground as if he could disappear into the concrete.
『Great… more people (╥﹏╥)…』
His knees rubbed together shyly.
Willow glanced at him quickly.
"Uhm… are you okay?"
River's ears turned pink.
He looked away bashfully and muttered—
"O-, Of course I'm not…"
