You folded your arms, tilting your head at the man who stood before you. Frankly, you were astounded at his brazen attitude, waltzing straight into the abandoned hangar that acted as your organisation’s temporary solace. As a disciple of Manus Vindictae, you should have dispatched him immediately, without a second thought - but something about his placid demeanour threw you off.

“Nice place. Could do with some improvements, though.”