"You are— Why are you here?" Ena Thun asked, she narrowed at Rosalind. "Where is he?"
Speechless, Rosalind's eyes drifted to the empty space beside her, where the man had stood mere moments ago. His sudden disappearance defied reason, leaving behind an enigmatic void that stirred a maelstrom of questions within her. The weight of his promise, the assurance of returning to the safety of the north, now dissolved into uncertainty.
Ena's impatience reached its boiling point, her voice dripping with disdain. "Answer me!" she hissed.
A skeletal figure standing beside Ena seemed to relish the unfolding scene. His emaciated form exuded an aura of darkness, reminiscent of the tales parents whispered to their children, instilling fear and caution. A twisted grin played upon his lips, a predator reveling in the presence of potential prey.
"May I have her?" he uttered his voice a sinister melody that sent shivers down Rosalind's spine. "I would love to have another blood of a virgin."
