"Yes."
Hexagon Prison, North District.
A man with black hair and black eyes stood in a clearing, looking up at the sky, staring unblinkingly at the sun.
Beside him, even the air seemed to be distorted, as a small flying insect merely passed by.
In an instant, it fell to the ground, completely lifeless.
This man's appearance was extremely peculiar; when you looked at him, he seemed like a teenager in his teens.
Yet he also seemed like a young man in his twenties, and even appeared like an adult in his thirties.
His features spanned three different age groups, making it impossible to determine his real age.
As the man took a step, the ground began to tremble, as if a small earthquake had occurred.
The world around him had synchronized with him at that moment.
When the man moved, the earth moved with him.
Under his gaze, the sun, which should have been blindingly bright enough to cause blindness to anyone looking directly at it.
