"So what business do you have for me?"
Sitting on a large white couch were Anon and the Terror Queen, both sitting comfortably on a large white couch, each with an exquisite glass of wine in their hands.
Anon swirled the glass in his hand, his briefly reflecting a pondering glint before it vanished just as fast as it came.
"Hmm."
A soft sound escaped his lips as he mused. Then a few seconds later, he took a sip from the glass in his hands, and a soft clang resounded moments later as he placed the glass cup on the glass table in front of him.
As Anon took a much longer time than normal to reply her simple question, the Terror Queen had slightly furrowed brows, wondering just what it was that the enigmatic and annoying Anon was up to. Her brows raised slightly when she saw him slide his left hand into the lower pocket of his hoodie.
Clang
