The air suddenly felt so heavy that the people dining inside was about to choke from the food they put in their mouths. They had a hard time swallowing as they felt so scared out of their wits with Marcus' intimidating presence pressing them down. They turned away from him, trying to avoid making eye contact with the walking disaster.
It didn't take a minute for the restaurant owner to come rushing back to the dining area and greeted Marcus nervously.
"G-greetings, Marcus. What brings you here in my humble diner?"
"Hah! Spare me the flattery. Looks like I saw someone familiar in here a while ago." His gaze was like it was piercing through the depths of his soul, seeing every single thing about him as well as his secrets.
"Who could that be?"
"That kid who stopped me from killing the rebels last time. Where is he?"
"I don't think I have seen people like that coming in here. My memory is quite good, you see. I swear I haven't..."