The tense air coalesced in the hall of Rock Intersection Station, like an ice sheet on the verge of shattering.
Behind the line of passengers, a sudden sound resonated like a heavy stone thrown into the fragile ice layer, causing a ripple!
Everyone was dispersed by the newly arrived team of Knights of Nirvana, their gazes turned towards the source of the sound whilst they stepped back.
Emerging from the path cleared by the crowd, a young man in a deep gray suit slowly came into view, his slender figure slightly thin. His nose was straight, his thin lips tightly closed, and his distinct features under the light looked even more cold and aloof in his eyes, bearing an unpredictable storm.
The only puzzling thing was that he was wearing a single handcuff on his left hand, and the other end of the handcuff was locked to a blonde woman with a listless look in her dull purple eyes, her head slightly lowered. She seemed like a major criminal being escorted by a prosecutor.