The man stood up immediately. He wore a white shirt tucked neatly into grey trousers, secured by a black belt.
His blond hair and blue eyes were striking under the dim light. Looking at Lana, he countered, "Why don't you introduce yourself first?"
Lana, not wanting to waste time, introduced herself simply, "I'm Lana."
The man reacted at once, extending his hand. His palm was warm, his grip firm, and the faint smell of cologne clung to his sleeve as he shook her hand.
"Kevin," he replied. "I'm here because of the scuffle that broke out."
His expression darkened as he continued, "A thug showed up and started vandalizing the public temple."
He paused briefly, as if replaying the scene in his mind. "Monk Anaro tried to stop them. Repeatedly. But for some reason, those people completely ignored him."
Kevin's jaw tightened. "Others stepped in to help, and that's when everything turned chaotic. A full scuffle broke out. Monk Anaro was… heavily injured."
