A young man with brown hair and piercing blue eyes approached a cluster of trees outside Athor's Sanctuary. His simple tunic, patched in several places, gave him the appearance of someone unremarkable—an impression he intended to cultivate.
He scanned his surroundings, clutching a pager in one hand and a bag in the other.
"Hmmm…" he murmured, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"I'm here. Do you mind showing yourself?" he called out, his voice carrying a measured calm.
Silence.
His brows furrowed slightly.
'Is he not here yet?'
"Did you bring the stuff I asked for?"
A voice behind him answered, low and casual.
"You really don't miss a beat, do you?"
Carls turned, his body tensing momentarily.
"Whoa, Phantom…" he said, chuckling as he relaxed.
"Heh, I think I understand how you earned that nickname."
