Atira fumbled along the wall for a good while but found nothing. She retreated, frowning, with a hand clenched to support her chin, gazing into the narrow space of the cell in contemplation.
Fang Hong watched from behind for a moment, then asked: "Is it behind this wall?"
Elf Miss turned to look at him and nodded gently.
"Miss Atira, let me try."
Atira nodded again, stepping aside.
Fang Hong passed by her, feeling the cold wall with his hand, the rough texture under his palm carried a unique sense of time's sediment. He searched for a while, then suddenly asked: "Miss Atira, were those two skeletons always there?"
"Yes, so when you threatened them, I was somewhat surprised."
"But why did they notice me?"
Atira softly reminded: "Perhaps it was just your illusion, don't think too much, Ade."
"But..."
If he hadn't killed those two people, how did they end up dead here?
