Hide was sitting there with his eyes narrowed, looking over at the sprawling dark sand ahead of him. In the distance, the neon-lit, hyper-modern mega-city of Ufrifa glowed like a brilliant, multi-colored gem against the pitch-black desert night.
The hot, dry wind of the continent brushed against his silver hair, carrying the faint hum of the city's ceaseless activity.
He remained perfectly still on the edge of the cafeteria building's secluded rooftop, the warm cup of milk resting loosely in his right hand. Beside him, the ethereal, miniature phantom of the Doom Overseer hovered over the metal table, its majestic ribbon-antlers glowing with a faint, corrupted violet hue.
"Did you check everywhere?" Hide asked slowly, his voice completely devoid of emotion, yet carrying a heavy, underlying tension.
