Epilogue, Two Years Later

Grean stretched out on the sunny meadow, munching on a ham sandwich and looking up at the clear blue sky of Robloxia's best park. Blackrose was on holiday somewhere in Tripfall, and Ketsuban was in New Robloxia's underworld trying to negotiate himself a job at the Central Bank.

A shadow fell across him. Turning his head, he saw a man in a dark suit with greased hair and all-silver teeth. He bared these now.

"Who are you," Grean asked.

"I am not important," the man said. "All that's important is my employer. He wishes to see you."

"Who is he?" Grean asked, cautiously.

"Santrez."

To Be Continued