Unbeknownst to everyone, away from prying eyes, danger lurked in center of the city, plants moved and the winds silent comfort was the only source of hope.
A shadow flipped over, his tall legs landed on the spot with precision, yet he stood unsteadily, leaning against a tree with beads of perspiration on his chiseled face. While his dark orbit eyes scanned the sorounding with wariness, his hand held unto his bleeding arm. Though his silver hair was rather messy, it didn't conceal his charming appearance.
Dressed in black pants had some few holes on it, why his ash gray hoodie stood out, causing him to look vigorous and comic, yet that comical side of him had been dominated by his cold gaze as soon as he heard the few voices behind him.
"This way, that young Master Cameron shouldn't be
