The full-length mirror gave Wil a nod of approval—not that he needed one. The crisp button-down clung to his frame just right, the dark jeans rolled once at the ankle, sneakers so clean they could've passed for new, and the Giran Brand watch glittered subtly under the warm hotel lighting.
While it looks classy and a bit of middle-aged style, something that youngsters don't prefer to wear unless it is a formal event, it still costs 30 million credits, twenty years ago, and it is no longer in production. Wil always wears it because he inherited it from his father, who was given it as a gift by his grandfather when his father ascended to the Lord of the underworld.
He adjusted the collar, gave his hair a quick tousle with his fingers, and grabbed the keys.
Before heading out, he walked to Luoyang's room. He gave a short knock. Waited.
Nothing.
He knocked again, lighter this time.
Still nothing.
"Busy?" he muttered.
