"Ms. Hye Rin," the girl addressed as she approached Hye Rin who was seated across the table.
The lady, Hye Rin, offered no response, her gaze steady as she waited for the girl to continue.
"The leader of the Blind Fangs is here," the girl reported. "He's being escorted now and should arrive shortly."
Hye Rin gave a single nod, and the girl stepped aside, taking a place in the corner of the office.
Moments later, the door burst open with a sudden force, and a broad-shouldered man stepped inside. His floral button-up shirt, reminiscent of those worn on Hawaiian beaches, hung loosely over a pair of shorts. A mystic tattoo spiraled down the length of one of his muscular arms, faintly shimmering beneath the light.
Dark, curly hair fell messily across his forehead, partially obscuring the sunglasses perched on his face. As he advanced, a surge of energy radiated from his body, thick and oppressive, tightening the air within the room.
