The young albino was in the square due to the awkwardness of the cafeteria, he felt bad for leaving Mey in a rude way so his eyes would observe the sidewalk as he walked slowly.
Winter sometimes wondered why he felt the eyes on him if he had done what he had to do, maybe it hadn't been the right way but at least he was able to get up from his place and put himself against someone who didn't agree. He felt excluded from the world, no matter how many people surrounded him or talked to him, he felt different from others his age and even strange with the older ones.
Between the sidewalk he was able to stop to be able to observe a garden, one in which there were children and an old woman sitting on a bench, the children had sat around the old woman and the albino could not help but observe such a scene with curiosity.
You could hear the slow and kind voice of the old lady calming the restlessness of the infants who asked how they had come to this world.
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Draven Wentworth was, known as the agent Necromancia or Dr. Wentworth was classified as one of the agents as the most demanding between Akira and Clemente, his addiction to knowledge makes him cross rigid lines, so much so that Mr. Lockwood has to personally intervene. The workers have labeled him as a narcissistic, disinterested, lunatic and even dangerous person for the social good, something that Clemente did not like since they had known each other for years and he knew Draven more than the others. He clearly saw why he behaved like this with people but despite this he could not intervene since Wentworth himself had asked him to. Sometimes the dragon wondered why he wouldn't let him help him defend it and other times he seemed to understand. The Necromancy agent was precisely in his laboratory, doing an investigation of the utmost importance, although that was a personal search, since on a pair of glass boards he had an investigation about the events that had recently occurred,
The brothers had been running through sector 7 and 10 until they could reach sector 11 where they would soon be cornered by humans, it was a group of university students cornering a couple of high school students. Toshiri did not want a confrontation so he would protect Mey which would be useless as one of the boys would separate Mey from Toshiri making him careless and receive the first attack leaving him stunned. - Tosiri! Mey yelled in desperation as she saw how the biggest ones hit her brother. The black-haired girl could not free herself from the older boys' grip on her because they held her roughly at every movement the girl made. The only thing Mey could do without harming the human aggressors was to watch her brother being attacked in such a violet way. On the way, an armored van with the Damocles symbol was heading towards Sector 7, which was the epicenter of that demonstration. Inside the vehicle were Mr. Paris Choi and Mr. Wendel Pearson who were accompanied by a threat
Murder after leaving the agency would go to Leudox where he would continue his investigation, the night had been eternal, he had wreaked havoc in places that had asked him to take charge in exchange for information, he was a hit man ready for all kinds of order with the only strict law , no children and women. Blows, bullets, gifts, magic, was how he would classify it that day, dawn was beginning to make itself present, the hitman was just going back home. —Uniform ready, homework checked and corrected to a boy his age, breakfast ready, bathroom ready, clean shoes and his backpack neatly arranged. Ah, that young man must be proud to have me as his assistant. — Nestor said excitedly and then heard some steps. "I guess he's already here." — The bodyguard's cell phone would ring so he would answer the call which asked him to turn on the television. “Just last night there was a demonstration where there were more than 20 people under arrest, 34 injured and 12 people under supervision.
After finishing the transmission, the doubts, theories and even rumors began to emerge with more intensity, if they were not due to voices, they were due to ideas, something that Winter listened to from his office alone. He hadn't left the company after finishing the conference, classes had ended and Nestor was waiting outside Albino's office. The boy was frustrated, enraged and with a headache. He did not expect that those questions would change to a more personal topic to be used against him and question him before society. Maybe he had just let the situation surface as rumors but he had to take care of it so he couldn't just leave it like that. "Sir, your grandmother, Matriarch Zackharov wants to speak to you on the private line. " — Nestor informed when he opened the door with the cell phone in hand. "Send the line, I'll answer." Winter answered with a serious tone. A call from Mrs. Zackharov meant two things, either she did the right thing, or she just considered it a game.
The days passed normally, Winter continued to attend classes normally although the third-year groups harassed him from the conference, there were times when they cornered him and others where the albino did not resist attacking them but from then on everything was calm, there was no nothing that would get him out of his boxes. The teachers with each class noted the performance of their students among them albino although Draven still had his suspicions, it was not as strong as before but that did not mean that some doubts arose. The Naia brothers had returned to school with some scratches, something that worried the other classmates in the room. Winter could only see the brothers from a far distance as her companions had crowded in with them. The tranquility was remarkable as well as the nights, it was as if the traffickers had disappeared overnight, something that worried Murder but despite them he would continue looking for possible threats, it was as if destiny gave him that rest
Blizzard Project, the project developed and created by the industries Zackharov for the welfare of the city. The purpose of this project is to alert Damocles as the company in case of seeing threats, all of this in real time, a monitoring network with monstrous pressure. It may not have been public knowledge at that time, but the representatives of the city of Maverick and Claython were already aware of it and, according to them, it was better not to make it public because it could create panic. Just now the young tycoon was being accompanied by two agents from the Damocles organization, said corporation in charge of stabilizing the peace of Maverick and all of Oslap. The boy was serious because he never believed that high-ranking agents would decide to discuss the matter in public and not in an office to maintain confidentiality. “I would like the young agents Hiyori Wentworth and Persefone Amaury not to be in charge of this project. If the world finds out they will be exposed. Th
A magenta-haired nurse would tend to the Winter Blongers so Winter would use her gift to learn their true intentions as Winter Blongers were known to abandon Summer Blongers or weaken them to take care of themselves. The albino assumed that he would not let his battery escape while he was living with the boy, so when he used his gift he would be shocked, the winter man's mind was jumbled, disordered and impossible to predict. The albino's nose began to bleed and his vision began to spin so Nestor would guide his concern to the boy. "Winter, what's up?" — "N-Nothing, I just got dizzy." Maybe it's tiredness. — "Let me call a nurse." — -No, I'm fine. Don't worry, I just need to rest a bit. — Winter would wipe her nose with her shirt sleeve but she couldn't stop thinking about Akemi's brother and his great threat if she meets the little one. “I see, so you guys brought him to the hospital. Thank you. Damian would bow to both subjects. Damián was one of those people who pretended to
Nestor's opponent was much taller, stockier, with long black hair, and extremely unkempt. The champion's torso had cut wounds from the past and he looked with repudiation at the man in platinum armor, he looked at his opponent with nerves but the impulse of the people resonated again causing the dwarf man to give the signal to send Nestor with a push to the coliseum. He did not expect the wretch to push him so he would fall on his chest to the ground, he was stunned by the fall so he would listen to the organization's presentation between coughs. —A new fighter has entered the arena, the platinum knight against Gundar. — People shouted with excitement as they worshiped Gundar so Gundar would attack the bodyguard with a kick in the direction of the face upon seeing his guard down. Gundar's strength would make Taras rise from the ground and fly two meters away. The minotaur would get up still dizzy, trying to focus but Gundar had the upper hand, attacking the knight with force and c