The afternoon sun bathed the fairground in a warm glow, casting long shadows across the bustling crowd. David, clad in a casual shirt and jean pants, stood at the entrance, hands tucked casually into his pockets, scanning the scene.
Families wandered from stall to stall, children laughed, and the smell of food wafted through the air. It was hard to imagine that in a place so vibrant and carefree, he was about to have a meeting that held much more serious implications.
He didn't have to wait long. A figure, tall and broad, moved through the crowd like a predator, people instinctively stepping aside to let him pass.
Dressed in midnight black from head to toe, Adam also known as "The Ghost" looked every bit as intimidating as his name suggested.
His deep black hair was cropped short, and his features, though strong and sharp, carried an unsettling air. His deep brown eyes, however, were where the real fear lay; cold, unreadable, and piercing.
