Inside a luxurious living room.
A handsome Young Man could be seen standing at the entrance, gazing away into the distance.
He has jet black hair that reaches all the way to his shoulders. A feminine, yet manly appearance, that people would claim to be out of this world.
If Drake was to see this man, he would have a second thought about thinking he's perfect.
An expensive black suit hugged his masculine frame. His pitch black orbs wear the crown of sorrow, if one were to stop letting his good looks take them away from the main picture at the moment.
After a few minutes of remaining in one single position, his nose crinkled softly and soon, he began to sniff the air.
A figure suddenly materializes out of thin air.
Same appearance as his own. Same clothes and one would believe he's looking at his reflection, if the other party wasn't in a disheveled state.
Blood was dripping from his lips, while it looked like he would pass out any moment from now.
While the man had his hair all neat, without a single strand falling out, the one that just arrived had his own with a mixture of sweat and blood damping it.
The sadness in the man's eyes deepened as the appearance of his messenger in this state, only meant one thing.
Another failure.
His eyes turned pitch black, without a hint of white left and the figure in front of him began to turn into smoke, and got absorbed into his body.
His chest rose and fell.
Everything the one he absorbed sees and feels, during his assignment could be felt and seen by him.
He witnessed the scene where he engaged in a battle with fools that only wanted revenge on him and his family.
They fought with all their might and he was sure it would have been hard to escape alive if he was the one facing off those people.
This further worries him.
They are getting stronger, yet he still couldn't find her.
His eyes had returned to their former hue now, while his injured subordinate was now recuperating inside him.
He sniffed his nose all of a sudden. Fear marred his handsome face.
"Morgana, where are you? I searched for you as a man with nothing and it seems there's no way forward when there's no influence and money.
Morgana, I'm rich and have all the influence now, but I still keep failing you. I still cannot find you.
Morgana, I must find you first to protect you." He muttered like a mad man, his expression one of sadness and anger.