The moon hung low in the sky, casting its pale light upon the cobblestone streets of the capital city. A chilling breeze carried whispers of the impending confrontation as two figures faced each other, their fates intertwined by a shared history.
The cloaked figure tore away his concealment, revealing a man with no discernible facial features—a blank canvas that betrayed nothing. His voice was edged with icy determination as he spoke, "I am here for your head, you traitor..."
In response, the black-coated man—Forlan—discarded his own cloak with a careless ease. His appearance was deceiving, a young face framed by long brown hair and brown eyes. He wore vibrant orange clothes, exuding a carefree calmness that belied the gravity of the situation. He chuckled, an almost mocking tone coloring his words, "It was a bad job, Yu? You know my policy—cut your losses when things get rough. I'm genuinely surprised you're still breathing. Good for you."