The figure walked towards that motorbike. His footsteps sounded so heavy. His body color is almost identical to that of the motorbike but is more polished and clean, textured like a leather jacket, decorated with black accents, and without prominent veins.
"He's like a member of a biker's gang," Evan commented on the figure that was clearly a monster. "I have to admit, he's way cooler than any monster I've ever met."
The monster's head, shaped like a skull full of cracks, moved to stare at Ninnin that standing on the roof.
Ninnin stared intently at the two hollow spaces on the monster's head. Hollow spaces that should be filled with eyeballs.
"I have a bad feeling, Master." The ninja hissed, still pressing the red icon on the phone screen.
"What do you mean?"
"He looks very strong, Master."
