Clara froze.
For a brief moment, she could see part of the masked man's face beneath the shadow of his mask.
It was only a glimpse, but somehow, it felt familiar. Far too familiar.
"You…"
The word escaped her lips before she could stop herself.
Her voice carried both shock and uncertainty.
Raka, who was still overwhelmed by the appearance of the two mysterious figures before them, noticed Clara's reaction. He immediately turned toward her.
"What is it, Clara? Do you know them?"
Clara didn't answer immediately. Her eyes remained fixed on the masked man.
There was something about him.
The shape of his face. The faint impression she had caught beneath the mask. Even the way he stood.
It reminded her of Al.
But that was impossible.
Al was just a lazy young man.
At least, that was what everyone around him believed.
He rarely showing interest in anything, and possessed none of the overwhelming presence that this man was currently radiating.
