"Night Owl really thinks highly of me. Out of all the people on Death Island, he decided to assassinate me himself. Is there a shortage of talent on Death Island now?"
Remembering how Night Owl had once threatened Sienna Johnson in this garden, Adrian Desmond felt a wave of lingering fear. If Night Owl had laid a hand on Sienna, he would never have been happy. Sienna was his goddess of light; if she were to die, he would live in eternal darkness.
"Night Owl hates you to the bone for almost killing him. He would love to torture you to death now," Alice said.
"Night Owl's methods are brutal; even someone trained like me can't bear them." His eyes fell on her chest, which was covered in scars. "After I left, did they torture you?"
"What do you think?" Alice replied. "I'm Alice, one of the top five assassins on the island. Even during a mission, I wouldn't get hurt this badly."
