"Ahhhh,"
An exhale of white breath stained the glass by the side.
A finger reached forward, gently wiping away the mist, revealing a face.
Dark, with two clear horns sticking out.
It was none other than White, who sat on a seat closest to the glass, looking outside to see clouds weaving past and an endless mountainous range.
It had been like that for 3 hours now.
He turned his head away from that and to the other side.
He was in a room with five other chairs, each occupied by a person.
Four men and a woman.
The only one White could say he knew amongst them was Leo, the stout man whom he had met before, and right now, he was busy tapping on panel after panel as he sat at the front of the group.
It seemed like he was the one responsible for piloting the jet.
There were three more men after him, and two of them were twins.
White could easily tell, given how incredibly similar they looked: same height, same facial structure, same black hair colour, and even the same style.
