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"I don't know Brent, there's just something about them I can't deny. You need to do this." Raze said, fixing his gaze on Brent as he also flipped through the files presented before him.
He was dressed in casual ripped jeans, a silver scrub on his legs, and a black face cap that made him look like the Prince of demons with his blazing emerald eyes. The black top he wore accentuated an ancient look on him and his demeanor made the air cold for Brent who couldn't close his mouth from the words he just spewed.
He had been expecting him to be paranoid, fidgeting, and unsettling since his return, he even told him how Vesperia almost took her life but he appeared the total opposite and so unbothered not asking him to the forbidden.
Must everything about him be daring?
"What you're askin
