Red Menace.
Two days ago.
''…'' King Klaus, dressed in usual dark clothing adorned with a silver lining, walked in a damp forest. The chirping of the birds echoed in the background, the sky was blue, and distant clouds covered the sky.
Ding, ding.
''Argh, again.'' With an irritated expression, he brushed off the messages. The context of the messages looked hostile, with death threats.
''Hmph.'' With a shake of the head, Klaus walked deeper into the forest. The forest was called the Howling Forest, situated on the outskirts of the City of Fall.
However, before he walked any deeper into the forest, his senses tickled. Frowning, he turned around, just to see nothing but the endless forest. There was no soul in sight.
But Klaus slowly touched the dark-clothed gun that hung over his left shoulder. Then, he took it into his arms and slowly caressed the metallic trigger.
Swoosh!
From the top of a branch-filled tree, two daggers slashed through the air and flew directly toward him.