Next to the man with the mechanical arm stood another man. His hair was messy and his eyes were half closed as if he had just woken up. While Little Jevan was thinking of a way to escape, the orange haired boy rushed straight toward him.
"Valeric!"
The disheveled man opened his eyes, yawning and stretching a little.
"Oh, you? What took you so long?"
"I was looking for more members, just like you asked."
"Forget it. We need to go back. Yara's already angry enough."
"But I found a new member!"
"I said forget it. We have enough troublemakers."
While they argued, Little Jevan tried to slip away quietly, but a rough hand grabbed his coat collar.
"Where do you think you're going, little rat?"
Jevan's body trembled, and when he tried to resist, a gray mist spilled from the man's mechanical arm, crawling over his limbs until he froze in place.
Ricardo (the man with the mechanical arm) turned, and before he could walk off the orange haired boy clutched the edge of Jevan's coat.
