The coordinates pointed to a location within a small coastal town.
There was a little shop there.
Next to the shop, a sturdy youth with a tan, square face, dressed in a floral shirt, was sitting on a small stool, engrossed in a thick book and muttering to himself from time to time, seemingly lost in the sea of study.
In front of the youth, two signs were placed. The signs clearly bore the names of Dean and Cheston En.
Obviously, the youth was meant to meet them.
Dean and Cheston En glanced at each other and approached. "Are you our contact?" Dean asked, a shadow falling over the youth as they drew near.
Hearing their voices, the youth narrowed his eyes, first appearing a bit bewildered, then realization dawned. "Mr. Dean and Mr. Cheston En?"
Cheston En nodded. "Yes, that's us. Are you with the Lucifer Game Organization?"
