Talk? This person wanted to talk? It was early in the morning at that moment, so quite a few people were walking on the roads, but Jason was not going to be stupid enough to think that nothing would happen to him in that place.
Jason smirked, his adrenaline spiking. "Yeah? Well, I'm not in the mood for talking."
The figure raised the metallic object—it wasn't a weapon but a phone. Jason's tense atmosphere immediately went backwards, but he still felt a bit interested in seeing how things would go, and in that time he would go ahead and make sure of going to that point and do things like that.
"You've been busy, Jason. But your little games are about to end," said the cloaked figure with a flourish. Jason's heart pounded as the figure's hood fell back, revealing a face he hadn't seen in months.
"You…" he whispered, his grip faltering.
