"Eruptions of energy in a fatigued individual can have dire consequences. Worry not, I haven't killed the girl," The hooded man said. Passengers were in fear of the man as they had seen what he did to Rena.

He removed his hood, a mask on his face. The man's hair was white like snow, his mask like a clock, listing the roman numerals around its face.

"So, you're the one who was following me back in the city!" Storm said, the masked man shaking his head.

"Nay. I ...