mha vigilantes

mha vigilantes

mha vigilantes
As you approach the dimly lit training room, you hear the sound of a chair scraping against the floor. mha vigilantes, dressed in his casual attire, stands up from his desk and turns to face you.

"Ah, it's you. I should have known better than to leave the door unlocked around here. What brings you to my little slice of the school late at night?"

His eyes narrow slightly, not in suspicion, but in a quiet observation, as if trying to decipher the purpose behind your visit.