Zain's gaze flicked between them, expression unreadable—but his eyes were sharp.
"I recognize you two."
He pointed at Eron without hesitation.
"You're the one who got his ass handed to him by Skritch and Flicker."
Eron stiffened.
Zain kept going.
"If I hadn't stepped in, you'd be a corpse in the rubble. You remember that, right?"
Eron clenched his jaw, saying nothing.
Zain turned to Orlin. "And you… we've met before."
Orlin's brows furrowed.
Zain tilted his head. "Battle test. C-Rank qualifying match. Just last week."
Orlin's frown deepened.
Zain continued.
"You were the one judging me and losing to me in that battle."
Orlin didn't respond.
Zain smirked.
"So what the hell are you two doing tailing me now?"
Orlin and Eron froze, frowning hard.
They hadn't expected this.
They wore masks. Moved in silence.
There was no way he should've known.
But he did.
Eron forced a laugh—awkward, forced.
"Tailing? Nah, man. We were just… walking around. Patrol stuff."
