On this gloomy night, tread by demons in human skin, Yanza and an enigmatic figure could be seen conversing. The figure sported a blue and purple suit; the right of its torso was carved with a griffin insignia.
Most dubbed him 'V.' Though it was a code name it was a name nonetheless. He was under the emperor's direct command and deserved utmost secrecy. Even an influential hand like Yanza Kinara wielded no rights over this privacy.
V also controlled a hazy mist that shrouded his form. Even through the veil, a radiant white mask blocked peering gazes. It proved that V truly grasped the acts of concealment to the very limit.
"You asked to see me, Yanza?" V said in a dismal manner. "Is it so important as to block our search?"
Yanza silently stared deeply into V's countenance. He chose not to answer and strolled around the garden, stepping upon black, burnt grass. The expression on his face reeked of displeasure, a foretelling of an upcoming argument.
