Wyntor knocked on the door, but he didn't even wait for an answer and entered anyway.
Nick took a deep breath and followed Wyntor.
"Ah, Wyntor, glad you're here."
Nick heard the voice of a relatively young adult, which surprised him.
The voice sounded like it came from somebody between the ages of 20 to 35.
Wasn't this Wyntor's father?
A moment later, Nick saw a man sitting at a desk.
The man had blonde hair and looked to be in his late twenties.
Nick wasn't attracted to men, but even he could tell that this was probably the most beautiful man in the city.
He had perfectly white and smooth skin, and his hair was thick and voluminous. It almost looked like his strands of hair didn't cling to each other but hung individually from his head.
He looked athletic, but his build leaned more towards stamina and speed than raw power.
'That's not Wyntor's father, right?' Nick thought in shock.