The man leaned back in his chair lazily, his legs stretched out on the. desk, crossed, a cigarette in between his left forefinger and middle finger, in a casual light denim shirt, its sleeves halfway up.

He looked slightly younger than Xenon and resembled him a bit, specializing his brows and eyes. Yet Xenon carried an air of authority. and appeared cold and distant, while this man was more of the playful sort. There was a certain feminine look about him that one might naively think him an ...