Gabriel peeped out of the window, watching as the presences drew closer from all directions.
"Get ready for a fight," he warned as he slowly got up and started to stretch. Midway, the [Combat Visor Mk.1] materialized on his face.
As the leader of this mission, he couldn't afford to remain inside like the others.
He had realized several times that in order to lead, one needed to set the perfect example.
When the gunslingers of the Crimson Star Guild noticed that someone actually dared to step outside, a look of disbelief shone on their faces.
Who could be so bold as to step out unprotected before gunmen?
Just then, they finally saw him.
Red hair with dark undertones, and a pair of piercing eyes that seemed to glow under the moonlight.
"How bold… to think you'd openly step out." The lead man, known as Ghostface, spoke. He was carrying a magical rifle, the tip gleaming with a bluish glow.
"Or could it be you're here to surrender the crate?"
