"Would you like to take a tour around The Clandestine?" Levi asked, in a rather melodic tune to his voice.
My eyebrows furrowed when he asked it. It was still shocking to me to know about the Strikers and yet, I was hearing more words I couldn't comprehend. "The Clandes-what?"
Oge snorted. "Levi likes to call this place that. I still think it's lame". I found myself smiling.
Levi cleared his throat. He ran his hands down his curly hair. "Well?"
"I'd be crazy not to. How many of us are here?"
Levi explained with his arms folded and eyes narrowed. "Probably over seventy. More or less. If we reach a hundred, we'd have to set up a new base. This place would be too small to hold more than a hundred radiants."
The door flew open and a young dark-skinned man dressed in casual outfit walked
