On an international flight to Yang City.
Near a certain seat, as if under a spell of silence, the passengers in that area were all caught in a strange silence, aside from the noise of the cabin. From time to time, they cast wary glances towards a certain seat—
Noticeably bigger than the others, he wore a formal, silvery-gray suit, which did little to hide his well-built muscles, making him look very strong.
His hair, half a finger in length, was as stiff as steel needles and resembled that of a hedgehog, making him appear to be a tough guy.
There are many people who look intimidating, but this one, in particular, seemed to make others feel an inexplicable tension and unease.
The fellow passengers in the surrounding seats were on edge, restless, feeling as if seconds stretched into years, and they dared not make any noise. Even the children, usually unaware of worldly affairs, were unusually quiet.
The man wore sunglasses and remained motionless in his seat.
