The black-clad figure appeared swollen, the muscles beneath his skin seeming ready to burst through the fabric of his clothes. An exceptionally icy temperament radiated from him, wholly out of place amidst the shaded walkways of the campus. His exposed hands were particularly menacing, with bulging veins crisscrossing his skin. The thick, scarred calluses around the webbing of his thumbs suggested a constant familiarity with a certain object. Could they be the marks of someone who often handled a gun?
"Who are you?" Upon seeing the man walking directly toward them, Elder Du instantly sensed that something was wrong. His expression changed as he sharply demanded an answer, casting a startled look at the black-clad man.
