A sound seized Cyn's full attention, coming from the corridor in front of him.
It carried the same tone—one that had always belonged to him.
Yet at this moment, Cyn could not care less. Damn everything else—he only wanted to see which bastard had laid a trap for him and begun attacking from nowhere.
At that moment, the figure emerged from the corridor, moving with steady, heavy steps.
Cyn took two steps back—not out of fear, but in preparation for something.
His first impression was immediate:
Wait— I know him from somewhere. But I can't remember…
I have the feeling I've met him before. He looks like a swindler… a con artist.
Despite the pressure and the captivating presence standing before him, Cyn sensed something fraudulent screaming from the man in front of him.
He was dressed in an entirely white suit, its interior lining embroidered in soft violet cotton.
