Hou Liang froze.
His body locked up, brain blank, time meaningless. Several minutes passed before he realized he was still standing there like an idiot.
They exchanged a few brief messages. Efficient. Direct. The meeting was set for the next day.
That morning, a car arrived at Hou Liang's apartment.
It was expensive. Tastefully so. The man who came for him looked like he could snap a spine without wrinkling his suit. Hou Liang was impressed before they even left the curb.
Excitement buzzed through him as he sat in the back seat, unable to stay still. His mind ran wild with possibilities.
What did Krakkan look like?
Was he Chinese?
Was he old? Young? Scarred? Smiling?
Krakkan was a myth wrapped in smoke.
The car slowed in an upscale district and stopped before Gold Heights Condominium. They descended into a private underground parking area.
