Ethan was walking toward the building.
He could already sense it—four human presences closing in behind him. They were leaping across the rooftops on either side, stealthily tracking him.
"Stop right there!" Suddenly, someone landed behind Ethan, one hand on the ground to steady himself as he barked out the command.
Ethan stopped in his tracks and turned around.
It was Ryan. He straightened up, dusting off his hands. The expression on his face was completely different from before. Gone was the warm, friendly smile—replaced by a cold, sinister smirk, as if he were a completely different person.
"If you won't trade food with me, don't blame me for what happens next."
Ryan's smirk deepened as he continued, "Oh, and by the way, I should probably mention—I'm with the Black Hand Legion."
Shhh! Shhh! Shhh!
