King's Kane
Kane felt it—like all his blood had drained, leaving his body cold when their gazes met.
It was as if those eyes were dead. Lifeless. Emotionless.
And then, the man spoke.
“King Kairos Marchetti.”
That man—King—introduced himself and extended a hand for a handshake.
Instead of taking it, Kane blinked, momentarily stunned, thinking his mind was playing tricks on him.
King smiled—a playful curve on his lips—before returning to his stoic demeanor.
Kane’s blood boiled even more, but he remained calm. Regaining his composure, he extended his hand, mirroring King’s action—smiling, then turning stoic once again.
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