A voice broke through the air, shattering all the awkwardness and tension. Violet Don stared at the man who appeared, feeling as if the whole world had fallen silent with him.
Behind her, a cacophony of electronic music raged, and a crowd danced wildly to the rhythm. But only this man walked over with a drink from the booth next door, his tall, slender shadow reminiscent of the figure that often awakened Violet Don from her nightmares in the dead of night.
As he walked, he took off the hat on his head and then discarded the mask on his face. The next moment, as he approached their booth, his face was so shamelessly exposed under everyone's gaze!
Everyone was in shock!
That face... it is... it's Noah Bates!
It's Noah Bates from Seaside City, the man who could turn clouds with a flick of his hand!!
He... he isn't dead?! Which bastard lied to him that Noah Bates had long been dead?!