The front door to Patrick Jason's house suddenly burst open, and a group of Nighthawks in black tweed coats jogged inside.
They wore vigilant and alert expressions, as though they were facing an extremely terrifying enemy.
Tap! Tap! Tap! A person decked out in full silver armor walked in.
The armor exuded a feeling that made it seem like it was abnormally heavy. Various details about it adhered to an ancient style, and from its left shoulder, all the way diagonally to the abdomen area, it was stained with a splash of dark red blood that appeared impossible to remove. Coupled with the sputtering red spots in other places, it created a very queer and beautiful scene, as if it was a unique and magnificent decoration.
Soul Assurer Soest took out his pocket watch and gave it a look.
"Change."
The silver armor stopped, lifting its visor to reveal the wearer. It was a handsome man with black hair and green eyes.
