I Became a Heavy Smoker in an Arcane Punk Romance Fantasy — Chapter 63: A Small Truth

"Oh, what is this? The boss is here?"

I rose from the smoke chair and began approaching Kairon's body, suspended in midair.

[...]

An impression that had changed as though he were someone else.

Should I call him expressionless, or say that he was incapable of feeling emotions at all?

If there was one distinguishing feature, it was just one.

His eyes.

Kairon's eyes had momentarily split into vertical slits, like the pupils characteristic of an animal—specifically, a reptile.

[The boss...? No. I am not the boss.]

In the first place, this isn't even an organization with an established hierarchy headed by a boss...