"He's here!"
"Oh god! He looks like he's in a terrible mood. Look! Is he smiling? When was the last time someone has seen Zayne Trusdale smile like that?"
"Is it too late to go back home and call in sick? I have a feeling I will die if I stay here…"
The employees around the hunting association's office felt their lives flash before their eyes as they looked at the man waking past them,
Zayne Trusdale had been called in to be questioned about the dungeon and what had happened there. The association president had made this urgent call.
And the man in question is finally here.
"That was a rather abrupt call, and I do not appreciate being called in like this, President Lucas. Next time, I will not show up if you don't give me a two-day notice."
Zayne spoke cheerfully, but it only made the officials flinch.
