Kyle raised an eyebrow at the beautiful stranger after noticing her silence for the past few minutes.
"So, do you suggest we continue, as in climb onto the bridge that looks… very capable of murder?"
He knew what had to be done, and the reality of his idea was for one of them to act as bait, to see if there would be any reaction from whatever was bound to guarding its territory. In truth, he was not at all eager to be that bait. The beautiful stranger showed no change of expression, nor did she respond to him, and instead seemed lost in thought.
'What could she be thinking…?'
Kyle's gaze shifted to Adela, whose face had grown paler than before. A terrified look was fixed upon her features as her eyes lingered on the corpses. The emotionally fragile girl could not fully endure the sight; it was the same reaction she had displayed when Kyle was beheaded, and also when he drove a blade into his own heart. In fact, she had wept then.
