The following afternoon, the lobby was bustling with activities already. Their first mission was really executed perfectly, and more people had shown up than they expected.
They gathered in clusters, sharing conversations, worries, and opinions. The image of Lily's death was vivid in their minds, and her sister's corpse too was another source of fear. They didn't want to be the next victims; they wanted to be able to protect themselves. They wanted to become stronger.
Sienna's eyes scanned the crowd, noting some familiar faces. Edwin, the father of the twins, had brought his girls along. The grandma was also carrying the infant in her arms, and when her gaze collided with Orson, he bared his teeth like a blade.
Ashton, on the other hand, was at the back of the crowd, posing like a runway king. He was wearing a new leather set, and his head was down as if he was thinking of something, his hand on the sword's hilt.
