Akechi came to the garage to investigate. It was all too similar to the circumstances of his own arrival, which likely meant newcomers.
But as he enters the garage, his body freezes up. The feathers along his face and neck fluff up. His large, black wings beat in irritation, and the talons piercing through his gloves flex and curl into tight fists.
Dr. Maruki is here.
That bastard is here.
"That's funny," he finally says in a voice that's almost threateningly sugar-coated. "Last I recall, your ideal reality isn't all too dissimilar from a cult."
Summoning
Akechi came to the garage to investigate. It was all too similar to the circumstances of his own arrival, which likely meant newcomers.
But as he enters the garage, his body freezes up. The feathers along his face and neck fluff up. His large, black wings beat in irritation, and the talons piercing through his gloves flex and curl into tight fists.
Dr. Maruki is here.
That bastard is here.
"That's funny," he finally says in a voice that's almost threateningly sugar-coated. "Last I recall, your ideal reality isn't all too dissimilar from a cult."