"Player Cien?"
"AAaaaahhhhh…"
Lucien staggered back with a violent jolt. His eyes snapped into focus the next instant, hands moving—only to freeze halfway as he recognized his caller.
"What the hell?! Adrian! I nearly slit your throat!"
Lucien glared at him with pure irritation.
"What are you doing lurking in the doorway this early? Shouldn't you be asleep?"
Adrian smiled sheepishly.
"I was thinking… since I brought you here… I wanted to help you get back."
Lucien stared at him, dumbfounded.
"Adrian, I might look like this, but I'm actually twenty-four years old."
Lucien wasn't wearing the charm Adrian had given him. The jagged scar slashing across his right eye was fully exposed. Upon closer inspection, he did indeed look his age.
Adrian chuckled softly, scratching the back of his head.
"Ah, you're quite funny, Cien. It has nothing to do with your age. Isn't it just common courtesy? It'd be pretty lonely on your way back… at least, that's what I think."
