Yohan walked into the training hall, but before he could take a few steps inside, he heard footsteps following him.
He turned, expecting to see Jenna, but instead he found someone he had never seen before—a man dressed unusually official in a black shirt under a leather jacket, white trousers, red shade across his face, and white-dyed hair.
He stood casually with both hands in his pockets, yet something about him made Yohan instantly alert.
'Maybe it's because I didn't see anyone else when I was coming in' Yohan thought.
"Hey, mister, can I help you with anything?" he asked.
The man didn't answer right away. He took a moment to look around the hall, as though inspecting it.
"What are you doing here?" he finally asked. His voice was rough, like that of a chronic smoker, but carried a boldness that demanded attention.
"I… don't understand?" Yohan said, confused. This guy didn't look like a staff.
