It would be a lie if he said he instantly recognised the people, but he could identify them as someone he was searching for.
As the streetlights around the plaza lit up, the duo walked into the center of it from opposing directions.
The man on Oliver's left side was young and barely old enough to be a registered superhuman. He was wearing standard pants and a shirt without any noticeable features. Oliver wouldn't have noticed him in the crowd if he hadn't been searching for this young man.
The other man was slightly older. His walking posture had a slight crooked limp. It seemed like he was injured while working. From the light armour he wore, Oliver deduced he was a hunter, a low-level one at that.
As he observed the duo on either side of the plaza, glancing at them with the corner of his eye, his fist tightened and clenched. For some reason, he was tense.
"Hey, Oliver, are you going to waste my whole day?"
Achara couldn't bear the silence and asked.
