C131 Mighty Hand Lin Yu

"Kid, do you have any idea what it means to cross me?" The voice of the man in black to the left was as raspy as ever, like the grating sound of coarse sandpaper scraping against a wall, sending involuntary shivers down the spine and a sense of dread creeping in.

In the midst of the night rain, the relay station swayed precariously, mirroring the unsettled hearts of those within