Within the dark room where light never exists, a man with a dark robe enveloping his body jolted out of his sleep. The cold hard floor crept onto his bony fingers, piercing the thin layer of his skin.
His deep black eyes spun and some sort of mysterious mist circled around his eyes.
"Viper, Terrance," he called.
Suddenly, two other men woke up. One had dirt and sand fell off his body.
"What is it Klepto?" Viper asked.
"The boss commands us to take care of someone."
"Who? The rival gang?"
"No. He's only one man with a bunch of subordinates."
"Where is he?"
Klepto grinned. "He's in Paphia."
"Hehehe. I will surely get myself a winged beauty when we finish the job."
Klepto lifted his sleeves, revealing a tattoo of a spiky helmet with a pair of devil horns. Under the tattoo written: Wildlings. And this writing glowed in red.
"The boss told us to take care of him immediately."
"Let's go then. I cannot wait to visit Paphia once again."