In a private villa near the outskirts of the City of Empire, there was a man, standing by the window holding a dagger in his hand. He was looking at the golden dagger with amusement in his brown eyes.
The man was very quiet. He had been standing there for quite some time now. The aloofness could be seen in his face. He looked so lonely and reserved.
If someone would assess his appearance, he could tell that this man standing by the window was like other few men who were blessed with a good physique. He was tall and bulky.
His skin looked so pale as if he never came out of his room and he was never touched by the sunlight. His shoulder-length black hair was tied in a ponytail revealing the burned mark on his right cheek. That burned mark ruined the almost perfect feature of this man.
His looks and demeanor seemed to tell that this man had already experienced the worst in life, though he was still young at the age of 28.
