Faith
The bodyguards arrived after Angeles left, the four of them were extremely built and seemed to hold this permanent s**t smell in face. Each of them held their own different broody look, a few scars to enhance their deadliness and aesthetic. Not that I hadn't imagined them to be horrifying in the first place. Angeles hired these men; God only knows where he found them. Possibly some heavy underground slaughter home of the unfaithful.
Going down the stairs, I looked to Vader who sat on the couch, leaning forward with a book in his hands. An amusing sight honestly, to see him so comfortable yet absolutely out of his natural atmosphere. With a closer stare I noticed the book within his hands was in Japanese, and I know he doesn't know Japanese, so he's definitely just busying himself.
