3...2...1
The man with brown curly hair watched the changing numbers on the elevator's display, his brown eyebrows furrowed slightly.
The polished elevator doors reflected his current appearance, a red leather jacket, brown wide-leg Capri pants, and a long sword sheathed in leather fastened at his waist.
The silver hoop earrings hanging from his left and right ears gently swayed with his movements.
Ding—
The elevator's display showed '-1', and the tightly closed doors slowly parted to either side.
The man's right hand slowly reached towards his left waist, grasping the hilt of the sword.
The scene outside the elevator door gradually came into his view.
A deep, narrow corridor, dim lighting, a silent space, and in the middle of the corridor, standing with a crutch full of cracks, an elderly man in a sharp suit with salt-and-pepper hair.
"Elderly gentleman, I didn't expect we would meet so soon."
