Athan might've sat alone on such a spacious red velvet couch, but he was never this nervous ever since he had gotten another chance in life. He could only lower his head, leering at his reflection off the glass table in front of him.
Not because of Ashtra and Stravwuark, who sat on the other couch, sitting from the two more couches beside his, but the woman that stood across from him.
What terrified him the most was her features struck great similarities, enough to haunt his mind for decades to come; he knew after seeing Jackal and Clarice back then, but it still hit him differently when it came down to her.
Compared to the two, she had little to no magic traces, and he was no longer surprised at this point.
"You're here..."
'Curses.'
He closed his eyes shut, knowing that even her voice turned out to be similar as well.
"I hope you don't mind introducing myself."
