What a Dump"! Clide shouted as he stared longingly at the place Sanchez told him to stay .
It was an old run down apartment that looked as if no one had lived their for years , Clide drops his bags onto the floor before releasing a sigh of relief that at least he didn't get sent back to the hollow city .
["Snap"! }
... Who There !? Clide shouted while looking around for the source of the noise .
Suddenly a knife flies Infront of him but he manages blocks it .
He didn't even get a good look at the attacker before they were already on him. A blur of motion, a shadow racing across the room—then a fist drove toward his face.
Clide ducked. The punch shattered the drywall behind him, sending a spray of dust into the air. He barely had time to shift before a kick shot for his ribs. He caught the leg with both hands, but the impact sent him sliding across the floor.
"Fast bastard."
The masked figure didn't let up. The moment their foot hit the ground, they vanished—then reappeared inches from Clide's side, aiming a knee for his gut.
Too late to dodge.
Clide tightened his core, absorbing the hit before twisting his body and slamming an elbow into the attacker's ribs. They stumbled, but only for a second—just enough time for Clide to drive forward and swing a fist at their head.
Miss.
The masked figure tilted their head back, dodging by a hair's breadth. Their counter was immediate—an open palm strike aimed at Clide's throat.
He twisted sideways, grabbed the attacker's wrist, and yanked them forward. The moment they stumbled, Clide drove his knee into their stomach.
A sharp gasp left the masked figure's lips.
Now.
Clide spun behind them, sweeping their legs out from under them. The attacker hit the ground with a dull thud, but before they could recover, Clide pounced, pinning them down with a knee to the chest and a forearm against their throat.
"Alright," Clide growled, his red eyes glowing in the dim light. "You gonna tell me who the hell you are, or do I have to start breaking bones?"
The masked figure struggled beneath him, their breaths short and sharp. But despite their defeat, their voice was calm… amused.
"Heh. Not bad, Hollow."
Clide's eyes narrowed. So they knew.
With this strange encounter clide must figure out the identity of this strange figure !
But who is this person?..