The Hunt III
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A man in a black robe and a mask sat on a chair that looked more like a throne. He was the same person that had commissioned someone else to steal from the agency.
"Master, they've finished the portrait of the criminal." Someone in a black robe ran toward him with a white paper in his hand.
Arriving in front of the man still seated in his throne-like chair that was erected at the end of the room, he knelt and lifted the paper in both hands.
The man picked it up from his hands and opened it.
'This looks very familiar.' He thought.
Indeed, it was familiar. This was a portrait of Obed, the same newbie that had caused ripples in the world of Chosens.
But this man couldn't remember at the moment. "Have this printed and delivered to every member under me. Any and everyone must hunt him down and bring him back, and if he refuses, bring back his head!" The man declared.