"So you've erased everything ... very clever Santino ... very, very clever, but not enough. Kyu can still regenerate"
A supposed pair of eyes lurked in the gloom of the night, from within a glossy black Tsuru. The headlights were off as was the engine. Invisible, as he needed to be right now.
The gaze of the driver and sole passenger of the silent vehicle wandered fixedly on his victim. The prey of him. That young man of twenty-five with long hair and deep dark circles.
"How I'm sorry ... but it's not good to do those things." His voice barely resonated in the void of the vehicle, addressing an invisible interlocutor.
The Honda was parked ten feet from where he was, just as quiet and unobtrusive. The driver boarded, followed by a pink-haired girl who took the passenger seat. Kizart, wh
