"Young master Ryan."
A row of men and women yelled in unison, standing next to each other, and on the opposite side, in two bow-like rows surrounding similarly two-shaped tables, they stared at Ryan with eyes masked with respect.
The 15th floor was a garden. And everyone present before Ryan's eyes, aside from his allies, Eddie and Dunn, represented a faction of the rats that mingled with the seer.
Ryan took off his mask, nodded, and walked past them to sit in the back seat, clearly reserved for him.
His seat placed near the knot of palm trees, and the fountain welled out from beneath.
The tables they encircled were packed with luxurious food. Ryan's plate was especially outstanding and filled to the brim like a mountain, as if afraid he hadn't eaten for days.
Ryan started to eat, knowing that it was not poisoned, followed by the rest.
