A freezing wind swept across the balcony, plastering their suits to their bodies.
But the biting cold of the natural air... paled in comparison to the suffocating tension radiating from the standoff on the terrace.
Ren's declaration still hung heavy in the air.
Zen stood with his hand shoved casually into his pocket, forcing an air of relaxed arrogance. His left hand twirled his gold mask by the string slowly. The smile gracing his flawless, almost statue-like face.
Yet, those light eyes gleamed with a twisted malice. There was something monstrous behind his eyes.
Behind the Grim Reaper in white, a dozen massive bodyguards in black suits fanned out, physically barricading every door and window. Their hands slipped into their suit jackets. Resting on their concealed weapons, waiting for his signal to execute.
Ren stepped forward, using his massive frame to shield the trembling Marcus behind his back entirely.
