May.
A name that was carried by none.
At least not living in this particular place.

Whatever November made out of this, the Alchemist could only wonder as seconds continued to pass. Few, at first, and then many more. The gentlemen opposite of him were calm at first. But only for that long.

[color=fdc68a]"Shortly."[/color] The tallest scoffed.
[color=c4df9b]"Tzch."[/color] The other spit on the ground.
[color=7ea7d8]"May we come in?"[/color] Despite his courteous behavior, it sounded more like command than question. [color=7ea7d8]"You don't want to fall under suspicon of aiding a criminal, right?"[/color] A simple threat, as he took one step forward to put his boot between door and frame.