Making One Mistake

There were many that were now making their way to a particular Garden together, and the reason being, because there was one individual they knew they all had to put a stop to.

Just outside in the parking lot, a group of around eight hunters were standing around waiting for the order. They weren’t too worried because of the hunters that were with them: Pluto, Blackjack, as well as the few who went inside.

They had guessed that maybe they would even be taking care of all of the trouble for them, until they saw the man in question walking towards them through the car park.

Casually, the muscular man, with spiked long hair down his back. It was almost like a rat tail, only thicker as it spread out, but as he walked, there was an air of confidence, as if he was in control of everything, including the air that was around him.