Raven's POV
A disruptive uproar accompanied the unknown group of young men as they stepped inside the restaurant.
The men, about seven of them, were all arrayed In black pants with tousled and tangled hair framing their shoulders down.
The eyes burned with mischievous gleam, showing a commanding aura.
Out of the seven young men, another man stood out differently from the rest. He wore a black leather coat with a ragged black skirt that flowed down his waist to his knee.
He had a deadly demeanor and poise.
The atmosphere shifted.
The peaceful restaurant gave way to panic as customers suddenly became defrosted, leaving their meal to concentrate on their safety.
“Yo! Everybody. Ducan needs to eat something” One to the man announced, his voice dripping with menace, cutting through
