Michael and Komachi arrived at the destination which was nothing other than an abandoned school somewhere on the outskirts of the Ansatine. The whole drive to the destination had been nothing but gloomy silence for the duo. It was evening with the sun had left the sky, painting it in hues of blue, orange, and purple.
"We've got company!" Michael asserted as soon as he heard the rustles of the leaves in the bushes after he just exited the car. Without even sparing a glance, he pointed his gun but suddenly Komachi held his hand.
"Fret not, they are my people," Komachi said while a sweat trickled down from his forehead. This man seemed to be more hot-headed than him himself.
"They will hide in the shadow but will come to our aid if and when needed." He continued further while Michael shot him a deadly glare.
