The boys from the other plated rooms stared at Killian— the one who had defeated more than a dozen of outcasts in one night.
"Do you need something?"
While he still spoke, they began to disperse, as if snapped from their trance.
Killian stood still there, till they were gone.
He turned to the only one who remained. A tall masked boy.
"You are the Grim Warden guy, right?" The boy asked.
Killian didn't know if he should agree, but the boy must've already gotten an idea that he was.
So he replied with a 'hmm' sound. The boy nodded, looking relieved before returning to his room with a silver-plated door.
Killian continued towards the bathroom.
With how everyone already knew what happened, they must've seen the body of the Crafter when they came back from the match.
The thought sent a chill crawling up his spine.
'That Light Lady, what did she even do after I left?'
