Azuga

"Does he remember anything?"

The voice which asked the question was deep, airy and husky. There was a man standing opposite the direction of where the voice had come from. It was the leader of the WHITE group.

Seated before him on fluffy yet royally designed seats were about fifteen men of high calibre and sauce. They looked to be of high dignitaries, and their composure was not only royal but intimidating.

The leader of the WHITE group bent forward at their front in a quick bow. And as soon as he lifted his body in an upright position, he found his voice,

"It's hard to tell. But he is having a great trouble adjusting to the sudden changes."

The leader of the WHITE group said. There was a brief silence which was succeeded by a pace of murmur which travelled across the enclosed area.

After a while, one of the fifteen dignitaries found his voice,

"Keep close eyes on him. We don't want things going out of hand."

The leader of the WHITE group watched as all the rest of the men nodded i
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