8 AM.
Raizel waited at the nearest bus station, about a 15-minute walk from his house in the slums.
He was eating a bread that he picked up on the way.
There were many people waiting, each heading to their own destination.
His unusual appearance drew a few glances, but he paid no attention. His focus remained on the asphalt road ahead as he ate his breakfast.
But then—
All of a sudden, a young man approached him.
"Hey dude, where are you going?"
Raizel's eyes shifted to the stranger.
He was a fairly handsome young man with a cool demeanor.
But Raizel's instincts tingled so suddenly.
Danger.
"Shiiin."
In an instant, Raizel summoned his sword. The gleaming blade shot up just in time to intercept a knife aimed at his chest.
"Clang!"
The knife fell to the ground, twisted from the attacker's grip.
And before the young man could react, he found himself in a deadly predicament.
Raizel's sword was now pressed against his throat.
