"Damn it, why aren't they here yet."
In a narrow and cramped alley, a young man leaned against a mottled wall, his silver-white hair simply tied into a ponytail.
Pale cheeks bore a crimson scar, and from his left arm embraced by his right hand, blood seeped continuously through his fingers, dripping onto the damp ground and diluting in the puddles of foul water.
Burial Fox's face was ghastly; he was hiding at a T-junction in the alleyway, occasionally poking his head out to see if anyone was pursuing him, then cursing under his breath once more.
A few days ago, he received an assignment from the organization to investigate the cause of death of two mid-level Hiddens in Su City. For the organization's headquarters, the death of two Hiddens was not a big deal.
