She regretted that she didn't kill the servant the minute she had no use for him anymore.
The door closed behind her and with the last light from outside, she felt her body falling into the room. As her face was about to hit the hard floor, she concentrated all of her strength to balance her feet on the ground to spin around.
With the memory of where the servant was standing, she blindly grabbed him and slashed the knife across his throat. Wetness sprayed on her face as the servant fell to the ground before her and a large blood puddle formed around him.
It dyed Lia's robe red. Her feet moved forwards but hit the dead servant. Trying to get used to the darkness, she looked around. Fourth was here, yet just as how she couldn't see him, he couldn't see her either.
