The guy reaches a hand up to cover his mouth as he snorts, "You want to split the Chaos Blessed item? An S-ranked item? Are you stupid?"
Well, when you put it like that… Of course not!
Yujin shrugs and takes a side step away from him and closer to the door. All he needs to do is get somewhere there's shade and with his Phantom in the Night skill that allows him to travel by shadows, he'll be out and away before he can even take an attack.
A system window pops up.
[Skill Phantom in the Night: 00:03 before deactivation (Rest time: 24 hours)]
Oh.
Ding!
[Skills Silence of the Lamb and Phantom in the Night have been deactivated.]
Yujin blinks and the masked man is suddenly standing inches away from him with Yujin's blades in his hand, gripped between tight fingers. How in the dungeon gates does he keep doing that?!
"Next time, don't get caught, yeah?" The man winks a glowing yellow eye at him, his pale lashes brushing against the edge of his mask. Then he's gone, a gust of wind blowing past Yujin as he disappears.
What in the monsters just happened?
Yujin's eyes widen when he's tackled to the ground. His head smacks against the ground and he grunts when pain pulses through his skull. A growl rumbles before a short snout full of sharp teeth flashes in his peripheral.
A draeven? The dwarf dragons are more annoying than dangerous, but that doesn't mean they can't give a vicious bite. He didn't know they had draevens working as their watch dogs. Did they get a new security detail manager?
Damn. Damn!
Yujin's blood boils as his reality sinks in. So in the end, he did get caught, no thanks to that bastard. He blocks off his mana and the dark webs recede back into his skin.
A sharp pinch flares in his chest and he groans into the floor, as the draeven continues to pin him down. Maybe he should've done a little guiding before coming.
There's a sharp whistle and the draeven on top of him digs its claws into his back, tearing past Yujin's black clothing and into his bare skin. He screams as the scaled monster jumps off and waddles somewhere behind him. Two arms encircle around him and Yujin groans as the two guards hoist him up.
Standing before him is an older man with salt and pepper hair and a thick, neatly trimmed, black beard. There are two AK-47's strapped to his back, the leather holding them look so out of place around his firmly pressed black suit.
"Why are you wearing a tux?" Yujin blurts the first thing that comes to mind. "You're just a security detail manager." Yujin bets his esper power sucks too if he has to carry around assault rifles, but he keeps that tidbit to himself. "And aren't you too old? You should retire now." He continues, his head tilting.
"Old?" The older man gasps, his thick and bushy brows narrowing, "Retire?" He spits the word out, his face flushing with anger. He raises a meaty hand and flicks Yujin in the forehead.
Pain pulses beneath his skull despite the small attack form and Yujin groans, his head falling forward. The precinct espers hold Yujin up as he goes limp in their arms.
"You ruined my date." The old man scowls, deep lines forming around his mouth, "I'm going to ruin your face now."
Yujin blinks as the floor spins, dungeon gods, he's so injured already. Surely this is over kill now.
When he punches him, there's a loud thwack and Yujin falls to the floor, out cold.
***
Yujin groans and blinks as he wakes up. His left eye throbs, his head pounding as he stares down at a silver table. When he tries to lift his hands, he jerks and glances down to see them cuffed to the arms of the chair he sits on. He activates his system and scans the window.
[Phantom of the Night: 06:02:34 until the next available activation.]
He's been unconscious for nearly eighteen hours? His shoulders shake in a silent sob, this is total monster crap!
"Oh good, you're up."
His head snaps up, and he winces at the sudden crack in his neck. He blinks at the familiar older man standing across the table from him, "Oh! You're the old man!"
He's not wearing his suit anymore, but a chief uniform with the badge that identifies him as an esper. He still has his two assault rifles strapped to him, and Yujin starts to wonder if he ever takes it off.
There's no one else in the small interrogation room, but a blacked out window behind the man suggests that maybe there are others watching them through it.
The old man raises his hand and slaps him, the sound of skin on skin echoing against the walls. "Stop. Calling," He grunts his teeth with each word, "Me. Old!"
Huffing out a breath, the older man touches the back of his hand to his cheek and feels along his skin, "Surely I'm not that wrinkly." He juts his lower lip out and turns his head to the left. "You don't think pookie thinks I'm old, do you, Xavier?"
With furrowed eyebrows, Yujin glances in the same direction to see a draeven laying on the cement floor, his head resting over his paws and his wings splayed out. Xavier chuffs and turns away with his eyes closed.
"You're both wrong." The old man sniffles. He turns away and pulls out a striped handkerchief to wipe under his eyes, "I'm only 37. I'm not old. Pookie doesn't think I'm old." It sounds like he's talking to himself more than Yujin.
Thirty-seven? With salt and pepper hair?! There's no way. . . Unless, does he stress a lot? Yujin tilts his head, probably over little stuff like this, that involves his 'pookie'. He shudders, poor lady, he seems like an emotional handful.