Gray Fog

'Hans Richter has come to San Diego...

what does he want?'

"Good morning, I'm here to see the branch leader"

"Which one sir?"

The employee asked.

In any other Association branch, this would've been a stupid question, but in San Diego, it actually made perfect sense.

"Preston"

"Okay, I will call him Mr. Preston immediately, please wait here"

"No, there is no need to do that, if you could lead me to his office it would be better, I don't want to waste his precious time"

"I-i see…"

The man said surprised.

Most S-ranks thought of themselves as important guests and their eccentric personalities were difficult to keep at bay.

"Then… if you would like to follow me"

He finally raised his head, and turned around, leading Hans toward the place he had requested to visit.

"Knock knock"

"Who is it"

Replied a serious voice from behind the door.