Getting the hands was just the first step in Mathew's plans for the expedition. And bringing them all the way to the pile of rubble that replaced the once glorious staircase that connected the central point of all the floors was a mere second step.
'They are not here yet?' Mathew thought once he emerged from the long corridor of the wing he used to descend down to the ground level.
There were only five out of six surviving hunters. And while Mathew could easily locate their quasi-leader, Frank... The only other one that he remembered, the annoying Kasper, was nowhere to be seen.
'Is this another round of him annoying everyone around?' Mathew thought before heaving a deep sigh.
"Frank!" he then called right as he emerged from the corridor and gently brought both of his bags down on the ground.
