The Old Factory

@Keirz Chilling next to the old factory was usual for Levin. Here, he could read without being annoyed by all those noisy pupils at the academy. Even if it was nice to talk with them, Levin needed sometimes to be alone, calm. Although, a cry capted his attention as he was absorbed by his book. Heading up, he looked for where did that from before to stand up and penetrate the factory when he heard a second cry, which was obviously asking for help.

His eyes widden when the scene of this little boy surrounded by ghouls and his first reflex was to look at all the area to check if all those monsters were only next to the boy or if some else were hiding. Well, all were there so that was a good point, it could be easier.

He decided to act by surprise and then, to be discreet at the first time when a voice resounded. Good, it made the advantage to distract the ghouls. Giving a look at the owner of this voice, Levin noticed the colour of the energy around him. He was an upon. Perfect.

"Don't ever think about fight them alone! I' a meister, come! Together, it'll be easier and faster!" He exclaimed as he was running to the guy. Levin never panicked, even for the case of emergency, and he was always thoughtful. His orange-red aura starting to form around him, he was ready to control the upon. The battle could start.

@Levin A series of vibration in his pocket had alerted him about the arrival of a new message. Slipping his hand into the warm confines, he produced a slim device of communication,lips slightly curled at both ends as he caught a glimpse of the ID. Though his effeminate fingers were numb from cold -it was still a mystery to him as to how easily that him, a guy, would be so affected by bitter chills-, thumbs tapped and slid across the screen of his Galaxy Note4 to reveal the text he received from a friend : The content mostly revolved around an insufferable lesson the other was attending. It made him chuckle lightly, fingers moving quickly on the 'keyboard' as he replied.

A sudden cry for help brought to Keirz's keen ears had grasped his immediate attention. Tightening the hold on his phone, he returned it into his jeans pocket, legs working instantly to guide him towards the ramshackle building located not far from the main road.

Upon reaching the entrance with stealthy moves, a scene that spelled crisis greeted his sight. A little boy of age no older than seven whimpered in extreme fear as his tiny body was toyed around, translucent ghouls laughing and cackling as his short limbs stumbled and met the hard floor. The thing that made Keirz's eyes narrow however, would be when a spidery hand wrapped itself about the young child's head and leaned in closer to perform their final act----

"Halt, you immoral creatures! Leave that kid alone!"

Impulsive as always, the blonde male burst into the factory, his slender built glowing with a mysterious purplish-blue energy and golden ambers of his orbs stark in the dimly-litted space.