'Who the hell are these creeps?'
Ghost's eyes followed the group as they moved across the street. The first thing that came to mind when watching them was the cult. The members he'd seen back in Edain also wore slack cloaks and moved around in a shady manner.
Something felt a bit different about this group, though. Ghost couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he didn't think that these were cultists.
'But then who…?'
Having arrived at the door, one of the robed figures backed away for a moment, then charged forward. Despite being the largest person on the team, the person still had a pretty light build and needed to throw their entire body weight against the door in order to tear it from its hinges once again.
Ignoring their teammate who was on the ground after catapulting themself into the door, the rest of the hooded figures drew their weapons and filed into the house.
