When Nolan turned around, he saw a figure standing behind him. The guy was dressed in a student uniform, but his appearance was far from neat. His hair was disheveled, and his sharp eyebrows gave him a fierce look one of them even had a noticeable cut line.
This person was tall and slightly bulky, and he wore a crooked grin as he stared at Nolan. Behind him, a group of about four followers stood, each with a distinct hair color that made them look even more intimidating.
Nolan immediately recognized the guy's demeanor and style this was someone who fit the profile of a thug or possibly a gang member from before the apocalypse.
"So, what do we have here?" the guy said, his voice dripping with mockery.
"A guy with good looks, huh? You know, aside from us being quite handsome ourselves, we don't really appreciate having anyone else trying to outshine us when it comes to appearance." His crooked smile widened.