Ting!
A few seconds later, the door of the elevator opened, and I found myself face to face with a blue-haired Tyrant who looked to be in his early forties.
If I remember correctly, then his name Nickolas Robbins; he is one of Tyrant who went for Engine-like thingy with Sir George and other Tyrants when I had released the news.
"You are late!"
He said before I could even open my mouth, and I found myself covered in Tyrant energy. I got yanked out of the elevator a little too forcefully before everything become a blur. I could easily break out of the energy cover, but I did not; I decided to wait and watch for a while.
On the way here, I thought why Miss Mars had called me. This may very well jeopardize my identity, which I worked very hard to create, and I would be in loads of trouble if people get to know it; she understood it but still called me; she better have a good reason for it.
