The man was calmly walking along the hall, even as Van and the group came into view. He only stopped in his tracks when he was about 10 meters away from them.
"So, this is why that old man wanted to go out," the brown-skinned man breathed. The man wasn't particularly tall, but considering the greying hair on the side of his head, he was probably already an old man; but his somewhat youthful face made it seem like he was just in his 30s, "Invaders, how typical. How many of you are there?"
"..."
The man did not seem to be concerned that he was outnumbered as he just stood calmly in front of the group, no hint of fear in his eyes, "And considering you people are here… does that mean you have killed Mr. Hearst? No? None of you want to talk?"
