Frost fingers killers

*Welcome, future guardians. Welcome to the headquarters,.. underground transport services system. * A young man said, taking a walk towards the group who alighted the bus.

He was slim like those who perform for athletes, if he had been any smarter in his look he might be mistaken for an agile sharp shooter guardian. His round glasses sitting at the bridge of his nose made in somewhat older than how he appeared to be, sticking his fingers into his pocket. He clothes could have said his identity, if dressed as a personnel working in the port; but something about him speaks differently, approaching the surprised group of unknowledgeable guardians.

*I know, many of you don't know me. * He said, like a formal way of introducing himself which he could have done. Rather he dismissed the driver who greeted him, with a waver and continued, * I am guardian, T-bot. * He said, standing before them with a smile on his skinny face.