The Weak Collaboration
The person that had walked into the room, had red skin. It was as red as blood.
However, he was dressed like an English bar man, with a white shirt that was folded at the sleeves. He even had on a rolex wristwatch, and his black jet hair and goatee were all trimmed to perfection.
With a white waist coat to top it all and well tailored black pants, Lenny could not help but believe that he was overdressed for the occasion.
This was none other than Coco. The same boss of that Devil dungeon that Lenny had entered all those many years ago.
"Coco!?" Lenny muttered in surprise.
Coco nodded his head, "It is good to see that you still remember me. I had known that we would meet again, but definitely not under such circumstances.