An old man sat slumped on a chair with a tired look on his face. He sprinkled some water on his wrinkled skin and coughed out blood.
"No need for overacting, tell me whatever you have found." Beside him sat a burly, corpse-like Red, the leader of the Bone Blood Cult.
"Let me finish my drink first." Saying so, the old man, who was Pink in disguise, picked a glass and gulped the contents in one gulp.
"Hoo, how refreshing. Anyway, take this map. I have marked the general location where Vritra's family must be present.
But I don't understand one thing: if catching them is impossible, then why would you make me waste my time finding this?" Pink questioned, leaning back.
"It is certainly not to pull him out. You know how my organisation does its work. I am going to prepare a nice gift for him very soon," Red said, his ripped face breaking into a twisted smile.
Just then, a man completely covered in bandages arrived beside Red. He bowed respectfully and sat down on the ground.
