"You're not meant to be here, Vear." Sinclaire walks up behind Adam, standing at the top of the clock house. A massive clock shrouded Sinclaire in darkness.
"Don't be foolish Sinclaire. We're friends, aren't we? Besides, our common enemy is Themis and that girl." Adam turns around, revealing his form to Sinclaire for the first time.
His perfect complexion, his perfect skin and perfect hair, his muscles looked like a palace built upon his bones, the peak male physique, if you would.
"You killed your own kind." Sinclaire draws his hands, extending his finger nails.
Adam sees this. "No need to fight, Sinclaire." Adam disappears instantly, moving so fast Sinclaire couldn't even make out which direction he went.
"I've already won." Adam appears infront of Sinclaire, his hand on his chest. Sinclaire looks over to Adam, turning his head.
