“L.”

Nathaniel recognized him immediately—a man with long, pale hair, his face almost ghostly white as if it hadn’t seen sunlight in years. His sharp features gave him an air of unsettling beauty, but there wasn’t a trace of warmth in his expression.

As he stepped out of the car in his black trench coat, his presence felt like a shadow creeping across the ground. And that smirk on his face—full of mockery, as if the world itself amused him.

“Ah, my dear little ...