He was an old man with a beard, not gray, but his unkempt hair has already begun to show signs of aging.
He was probably between the ages of sixty and seventy. His eyes were wrinkled and…kinda look kind, if they weren't scrutinizing me. His clothes were simple: just a white long-sleeved shirt, faded pants, and…flip flops.
Honestly, he looked like an old granddad fixing a car in his garage. Or he could be an old bouncer in a club, since his muscles were so obvious.
"You must be Jade Dela Torre."
The old man finally spoke after staring me right in the face.
Under normal circumstances, I would not have been bothered by his scrutiny, but this was the man who held my teammates in the palm of his hands, so I couldn't help but be wary.
The UAO did not inform me of who this man was. After I arrived at the building, I was whisked away by an employee and brought to this room, was told to wait for the man who held the key to Noir's Sanctum and then left.
