The Outgroup.
Despite their small size, they continued to be a major threat to everything Jared had built. Not only were they hidden from his United Nation's detection, but their assaults were also extremely thought-out.
This mysterious and highly competent band of outcasts always found a way to get under his skin, and he could attribute it to mainly one person.
'Neron…' Jared gritted his teeth.
'Could this be the work of Neron? Has he figured something out? Did he make something else this time? Something dangerous?'
A bead of sweat fell from Jared's forehead as he tried to think of any possible explanation for the Outgroup having such a power.
'What could he be up to now…?'
>SHUUUUU<
An incorporeal figure suddenly moved close to Jared, grabbing both of his shoulders with its skinny fingers while leaning down to his ears.
~Don't be too sure it's Neron~ The ghost-like being said.
