"Hello Hana-chan.”
A voice, familiar to Hanako, called out her name.
Whose voice could it be?
Her breath hitched as she turned, searching for the source.
“…Sir Hank,” Glenda sighed softly, her tone a mixture of reverence and resignation as she approached the figure emerging from the shadows.
He was the grandson of Nico Lucian.
Age: unknown, but at a glance, he seemed young enough to be tagged as someone in his 20s.
With light, peachy brown hair and piercing blue eyes, his appearance carried an air of quiet authority. His decent build was neither imposing nor underwhelming, radiating a subtle, natural masculinity. The faint, horizontal scar beneath his left eye added a rugged charm to his otherwise refined look.
Hank Lucian was one of the executives of the Monitor agency. His presence alone seemed to dominate the space, his composed stride and quiet authority more striking than any flashy display of power.