Damian flew into one of the many balconies of the Eastern Palace and landed without making a sound. He stepped through the open doors and entered the room, expecting to find Twenty surrounded by some of the others, but instead found his friend sitting comfortably in a chair wearing a bathrobe.
Twenty's dark skin looked strangely different without the tattoos that had once covered his body and given him the intimidating appearance he had cultivated on Earth. His head was completely bald as well, the result of having all his hair shaved off during his captivity. Despite the changes, however, the familiar mischievous look in his eyes remained.
"Brother... You are back so quickly." Twenty yelped in surprise, nearly jumping out of the chair.
Damian walked straight toward the sofa and dropped himself onto it, cigar already resting between his fingers. "Of course. Were you expecting i would take a lot of time?"
