"I am K." He speaks with a weird sounding accent.
Huh? What?
"K the Enigma? The S-rank mercenary?" I ask, my stance's still lowered, and my senses are still wary.
"Ah, that's the nickname I was given. The Enigma. Yes, that'd be me." He replies with his weird accent. And his eyes.. they're gold, a sharp contrast to his tan skin. And they reflect under the sunlight— piercing through me like he can read everything about me.
When was the last time I felt something like this? This kind of pressure? No, it's not pressure. It's just.. something about him is sharp. Threatening me calmly, and making me feel like I won't be able to touch him no matter how hard I try.
Ah yes. I remember the last time I felt like this. It was the first day I met Alexander. Back then I could barely stand. But now, my head feels a little bit dizzy, that's all. And if Alexander was a walking body of pure heat. Then this guy, he's…
My eyes peer deeper— fixating on his wide grin.
