There was indeed a fresh dark energy from the Negaforce stirring over the city of Gwangju.

At it's gleaming epicenter, there was a strange figure in white sitting on top of the inter-city bus terminal.

White jeans, white combat boots, white T-shirt, white face mask, and crispy mint white hairs falling in around his face.

On his forehead, there gleamed a black downward turned crescent shape.

His legs dangled casually over the side of that bustling, busy building. The pale man peered through bored, slitted eyes down at the mess of busses and people coming in and out of the building below him.

"Boring. Such boring, boring people all busy at their empty nothingness."

The sky seemed to grumble a reply to him.

"Yeah, yeah. I know. Boring can be useful."

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*cue the melodramatic suspense music*
*and this picture that never gets old*