Javier Wright, the white-haired male with a pair of onyx eyes, sat cross-legged on his bed, his chin resting on his arm while the others walked around his room.
His room was located on the second floor, with two below and two more above.
His gaze shifted between them, his lips curled upwards and then downwards, while images and conversations of the day reeled into his head.
'What a mess, this whole thing is causing unnecessary stress. Will Katherin be able to pull it off in the end?'
The bizarre yet incomprehensible goal of attacking the System Users.
It was ridiculous at first but after being introduced into the Cult, he couldn't help but be pulled by their words. But now, all those were being questioned.
'Well, not by me since I've received word from her….but the others…'
He looked up again, a frown creasing between his eyebrows.
Standing by his window was Gregory, and a few inches away, resting on the wall was Yon Duke.
