The mansion door creaked as it was pushed open, the sound echoing through the silent hall. Scathach entered without asking permission, her firm footsteps echoing on the polished stone floor. Her gaze swept the room before she even crossed the threshold of the great hall.
Everyone was there.
Monica, arms crossed, leaning against the wall as if trying to appear disinterested.
Beatrice, sitting on the edge of the sofa, hands resting on her knees, her eyes fixed on Scathach.
Samira, always haughty, leaned back in the armchair with her legs crossed, her fingers drumming the armrest in a rhythm that betrayed irritation.
Cristine, Rogue, Yennifer, Xenovia, Daniela, Cassandra, Bellatrix—each in their own characteristic posture, but with the same aura of alertness.
Scarlet, Tiamat, and Ouroboros, however, didn't react with tension, but with the calm of those unthreatened by judgment.
