A large group of people was making their way up the stairs of the Tanjen Organization. All of them were dressed in black robes, creating quite an intimidating sight.
The person who led the group was an old man with a face deeply etched with wrinkles. But he moved briskly, showing no signs of fatigue. He was the one who just spoke.
"Craig, that name sounds so familiar. I feel like I've heard it somewhere before!"
"Yeah, this person is so familiar. Why can't I remember?"
"I remember it! He's..."
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