A man around Halo's age, with long, messy, teal-green hair tied loosely with strands falling over his face. His eyes were sharp and red, giving him a dangerous eerie presence.
Blood was smeared across his cheek and near the corner of his mouth. He was dressed in a black suit with a green vest underneath and a red tie.
He licked the blood off his face and began adjusting his black gloves.
Halo and his clones took their stance.
"I'll admit it, I didn't expect you to win. He was troublesome even for me. But beating him in under three minutes… that's something else."
He said casually and gestured toward Halo.
"You won't be able to bring Iris back. And… she doesn't want you to try. Come with me."
Halo's confused thoughts became apparent on his face.
The man began leaving without saying another word.
Halo hesitated. But honestly, he knew he couldn't get the Child of Sacrifice back in this condition. He was being naive.
He sighed and gestured for his clones to vanish.
