Eve calmly walked through the serene hallway, abruptly pivoting to a dark passage with no visible source of light.
She was still barefooted, her flowery, blue gown masking her legs.
After exiting Stiles' room, Eve received a message which required her to appear at this location without any eyes on her. After all, secrecy was the key.
As she dived deeper into the dark passage, Eve noticed a damp dark figure materialize from the darkness, its figure cloaked by the environment.
"My Lady," The autonomous voice pronounced, its vague figure kneeling before Eve.
Eve didn't reply immediately, her expression completely indifferent to the vague figure's presence.
Unlike her mood or posture around Stiles, she currently resembled a sovereign at his peak—always willing to sacrifice for his goals.
After a while of sizing up the figure, Eve turned around. "Any issue?"
