"Eruptions of energy in a fatigued individual can have dire consequences. Worry not, I haven't killed the girl," The hooded man said. Passengers were in fear of the man as they had seen what he did to Rena.
He removed his hood, a mask on his face. The man's hair was white like snow, his mask like a clock, listing the roman numerals around its face.
"So, you're the one who was following me back in the city!" Storm said, the masked man shaking his head.
"Nay. I know not of who you speak of," he replied.
Storm looked around, trying to think of how he could get himself out of this situation. The man, taking notice of this, chuckled.
"There's no escape, boy. Don't fret," he said to him.
"So, what are you gonna do? Summon more demons after me? Cause I can handle plenty of those!" St
