Secret Identity Unveiled

The match was pretty much over, but Wise had some unfinished business with the man kneeling in front of him. 

In his past life, he had no family, no brothers, no parents, no wife or anything. 

He was alone. 

He knew the pain of how it felt to be alone. How much more the pain of having something just to lose it?

Wise's first dagger slowly crumbled into ash in his grip and so he unsheathed the second one and took a step forward. 

"Do better in your next life, or better yet, vanish into the void."

In that moment, the helmet that had been covering Mr Anonymous' head finally slipped off. 

As the helmet rang against the floor, chin-length blonde hair was exposed, waving in the wind. 

Mr Anonymous looked up and Wise was met by a pair of light brown eyes the colour of caramel dipped in coffee. 

"Tyris?"

The woman smiled sheepishly. "Hehehe, what's up Xanthos?"