[color=#F1C40F][center][h1]Dunkas Marcos[/h1][/center][/color]

Dunkas had spent most of his day like everyday following the heads daughter Whina. Today was a day where she would be going out with her friends. As a result Dunkas made sure to make himself look better then usual. At least he tried to but the fact was he was still a giant following teenagers so he was a sight wherever he went. He closed up his shirt and only took his brass knuckles in his pockets aside from his phone and wallet of course. He took a shower before he got breakfast all done by the time she woke up. Dunkas took his job seriously and wouldn't allow any harm to come to her. 

His mission was from the head himself and it was to safeguard his granddaughter it was mainly to protect Whina and just keep an eye on the crazy one. He went through the day making sure to keep quiet and keep a respectable distance from her so she could have some semblance of a private life. He didn't want to upset her and ruin her day. He did care for her feelings of course, he wasn't made of stone (despite what rumors form for the contrary). When she got the call he did as well and once they were on their way to the meeting place he unbottoned his shirt once more and felt ready to add more skulls to his ever growing collection. 

He went with her downstairs giving a simple nod to the owner as they went to the secret area meant for the 13th. He stood against the wall close to her as he crossed his arms and waited. The first one to come was their resident assassin. One would never assume someone that looked like a kid to be a killer and aside from his skills with guns it meant he was the perfect assassin. He simply gave a nod to him as he said his greeting. Next was the bloodhound who he remembered to be Zeke. When he asked Dunkas to button up he said [color=#F1C40F]"pull your pants up and I might consider it"[/color] he said since he still didn't understand why he dressed like that. At least Dunkas wore normal cloths, albeit informally.