A slow music was playing in the background. The fireplace was lit with blazing flames, the only source of light in the dark room. A chair was rocking back and forth, occupied by a woman who was casually sipping dark wine. She was staring at the fire but was in deep thought.
"What are you planning?"
A voice spoke up from behind her. Hongsik sat there, looking nervous. He had been hiding in the Vozakel Lord's mansion because the police was still looking for him with regards to the Cho murder case. The Vozakel Lord would not let him leave either; they needed him for the final ritual.
"Using Orma was a big mistake," she muttered. "She is a demon but she spilled the beans on us!"
"You were the one who insisted on using her!" Hongsik pointed out. "I didn't want to. You know how she loathed working for us."
