Bryan stood in front of an abandoned building and scouted the surroundings first. He found that not a lot of people were around.
He took out his pocket watch to check the time, "Hmm, ten minutes to 2."
"Time to raise some hell." He grinned as he headed inside the entrance of the building. He brought his fedora hat and brought it in front of his face.
His face twisted and contorted for a few moments, and then changed to a brand new face. This was the face that he had never worn before. This was also the face that he loathed with all his being.
The face was that of a young man in his twenties. He had brown hair and a neatly trimmed mustache of the same color. And his eyes… They were the darkest shade of red! Of course, they weren't visible beneath his sunglasses.
This face belonged to none other than Ron!
Bryan wasn't planning to hide his face at all for this secret gathering. Well, technically he had already concealed his face beneath that of Ron's.