"With that warning given, how about we start the SHOWWWW!!!!" (Sent from Callidora)
"HAHAHAHAHAHAAHA...!!!!" (Sent from Callidora)
I was ready to fight, the ship opened and the vast majority of us exited the ship, only No. 89 stayed behind. He was going to control the ship, but suddenly my mind felt sluggish, two consciousnesses joining me as the rest of the world went dark.
Two figures appeared at this moment. One was Ronan, the other was someone I didn't recognize. He had black hair combed to the side, where it fell, falling backward. The sides of his head were shaved, making his slightly pointed ears more visible. His eyes were golden and shiny like a new gold coin. He had thin, furrowed eyebrows, revealing a serious face. His beard was just a black goatee, like his hair. He appeared to be reasonably young, around 28 or 30 at most. His clothes resembled a black suit, with a knee-length coat decorated with gold.
