The Outsider

The pupils of the huge face that Nine Gloom had conjured up in mid-air contracted slightly.

Not too far away in the air, a figure slowly revealed itself and walked slowly in Nine Gloom's direction.

The figure wore a trench coat and was rather slim in build. In its hand was a black walking stick, and a golden mask covered its face.

Even though he could not see the figure's face, Nine Gloom could still vaguely sense the sophisticated charisma radiating from them. 

"An outsider?!" Nine Gloom needed only a glance to ascertain the other party's identity.

"You're right. However, I'm sorry, there's no prize for guessing correctly." The golden mask on the masked man's face appeared to be smiling.

"Outsider, are you barging into my territory to provoke me?" Nine Gloom did not attack the masked man right away.