"I think that we have known each other for too long already, so we can recognize our presence from afar, right, Rick?" Nero said as he walked past that squared exit and went in the direction of that siege made by the guards.
"Unfortunately, that may be the case, Nero..."
The man wearing clothes very similar to a suit from the era pre-Crimson Apocalypse was elegantly approaching the group as a soft smile appeared on his lips. He was the idealized figure of someone who had a lot of money and influence.
Nero had short gray hair, due to aging. His face was a bit wrinkled and had a diamond shape. He had large shoulders and a curved back, which gave him a weird aspect. He was skinny, but not fragile-looking. His eyes had ambition within them, also as a mysterious tone. They were foxy eyes that let anyone who was gazed at by him a bit uncomfortable. It looked like he was always scheming something.
