Her eyes widened in recognition, and her thoughts swirled with a surge of emotions. The name held significance, a connection to her past, and it stirred a whirlwind of memories and questions.
The other man, seemingly irritated by the outburst, retorted with frustration, "Derek, shut the heck up. It's not something new. Just grab your instruments and come. I don't want you to create a mess."
Derek stammered in response, his timid voice trembling with anxiety. "Ah… Y… Yes."
The voices fell silent shortly after, and Adela and Richard remained hidden behind the almirah, straining to hear any further clues.
As they listened, the tension in the room hung heavy in the air, and Adela's thoughts raced. She whispered to herself, "So, Kabuto and Derek... I wish I could catch a glimpse of their faces, just once."
However, her reverie was interrupted when Richard, speaking in a hushed tone, called her attention, "Adela!"
