"Good job, everyone."
"It's Riley!"
"All Hail, Riley!"
"Shh!"
A dozen, or perhaps more than; scattered and emerging from the foliage that resided on the shores surrounding the Black Sea. White hair, white skin– almost a part of the sea as they reflected the rays of the moon and stars even more.
Riley's clones, all welcoming him at the same time; their eyes, filled with an emotion that Riley himself was not capable of.
"Boss."
One of the clones then stepped forward amidst the crowd, bowing his head at Riley and starting some sort of domino effect as the others soon followed.
"Ronaldo," Riley then nodded to the clone, who was wearing a different outfit than the others– almost a tuxedo that was clean despite all the sand and dirt that surrounded them. As for the others, they were just wearing a black and white outfit, similar to the prison uniform that Riley was wearing while he was still in the Super Max.
