155 Zephyr?
''What the living...'' Jerouch screamed, half way covering his mouth with his two palms.
His eyelids stretched out, stupefied by the stunning turn of event that unfolded before him.
''Shh!'
Another palm clasped his mouth, telling him he was too loud just now.
''W-what…''
''How?''
The last word left his mouth, as he gulped the tiny saliva dowm his throat.
He still couldn't believe the person before him.
Of all the things that could go wrong or farther from how he prepared, Zephyr mysteriously appearing like a ghost was the last thing on the list.
Zephyr's palm slowly released itself from where Jerouch mouth was supposed to be, the soft smile and warmth from his face reminding Jerouch of the typical noobie acquaintance of his who was supposed to be dead.
And for hell knew whatz this supposed dead person was standing right before him, after saving his ass.
'Wait…'