It Begins!

A bowl shaped haircut on vanilla coloured hair, big, downturned chartreuse coloured eyes, a rather thick button nose and thin lips – these made the unique face of the man named Karrun.

He had a short figure and his seated position while in the lounge with everyone stood on a thin line between confident and nervous.

"Oh... I didn't scare anyone did I?" Karrun asked while looking around.

"What the hell?! You've been here this entire time?!" Stylla barked to which Karrun nervously scratched his neck.

Stylla hadn't been shocked by the man's appearance.

She was more so annoyed.

Silrat breathed out a burst of frustration.

As someone who had a mild control complex that was slowly growing because of Skullius' wanton behaviour, having someone be present around him for an extensive period of time without him knowing was... infuriating.