Sector twenty one, Planet Rooster, Gram city.
"A banda? A banda you say?"
For reasons unknown to Seven, Giran's fear turned into anger. But he couldn’t shake the feeling that the being in front of him isn’t someone to mess with.
"Are you mocking me, kiddo?"
Unlike anyone he faced before a glare from his bloody eyes drew no reaction from the human. He remembered the presence the felt moments ago. It was something he had experienced only once before, it wasn’t something anyone could exude.
This is a big problem. While the rest of his crew fought the urge to run, Giran observed the human carefully. I need to report this to the clan head.
He remembered the report he received the night before. The two he sent out to keep an eye on the target were so terrified they begged to be relieved from the mission.