Before they could continue their arguments, clapping sounds echoed throughout the corridor.
Zaen froze upon registering the presence of the masked person. Hina stopped growling as well. Mimi lowered her blade a fraction.
As for Ben, he had already slipped inside one of the open rooms, looking for a change of clothes.
Up on the railing above them, a masked individual leaned forward, elbows on the metal bar as if watching a theater performance.
"What a lovely scene," the stranger said. "You're awfully popular, aren't you?"
From the man's words, one would think he was praising Zaen, when in reality, the person was brimming with jealousy. Not because Zaen had women fighting over him, but because looking at him reminded the person of someone else. Someone who was far beyond in a league of his own.
