Seeing Benjamin in a suit, Dahlia was amply surprised. He had a neat haircut and was wearing a suit, which should look soft and cute, but there was nothing soft or cute about him now because his gaze was like that of a predator. The male energy as well as his killer’s gaze gave him an intimidating outlook even though he hadn’t moved an inch.

“It’s definitely not Benjamin, alright,” Dahlia said, her long blue hair waving about in the wind, making it difficult for her to speak. A normal person wouldn’t even be able to stand let alone talk without shivering in such cold, but she seemed pretty fine. About sixteen years ago, she was taller than Benjamin and was almost as fit as him, but now, she was slightly shorter than him. Compared to Rye, she looked small and pudgy. “It doesn’t look like he’s even trying to hide that.”

“Maybe he knows it's useless to try and fool us,” Mina opined. “They used to wear masks in the past to deceive the public, but now they can create almost perfect clones.