Serey Villeries, once the Night Race Lord, now a bartender and pole dancer at the Undying Club.
Geoffrey had known Serey for many years, although he couldn't claim to fully understand this Night Race Lord's inner world, he could somewhat discern his emotional shifts.
Serey's face always bore a few familiar expressions: a carefree and indifferent smile, a constantly vacant look as if tormented by solitude, or at times a drunken, twisted expression.
Now Geoffrey witnessed an emotion Serey had buried, one even Serey himself was close to forgetting.
Anger.
Olivia was akin to a forbidden name; the moment Geoffrey uttered it, Serey was utterly enraged.
Geoffrey could clearly sense the overwhelming murderous intent approaching him, a violent aura almost materializing, transforming into blood-red wings spreading behind Serey, the falling feathers hitting the skin like cuts from blades and swords.
"You can't, you can't do this, Geoffrey!"
