A Whistle

"We are very well-hidden in the Twelve Worlds Centrum so almost no one knows of our existence."

Irezumi placed both of his hands on his knees with a solemn expression on his face. Two black lines with shimmery outlines slowly swept across the two people in front of him. The first part of his explanation matched what the short man said so Lin Sanjiu listened inattentively. When Irezumi started talking about the organization's background, her ears immediately perked.