In a dark underground room, the air thick with tension and secrecy, seven shadowy figures convened around a dimly lit table. They referred to themselves as the Laughing Blood, a clandestine and malevolent organization operating in the shadows of the city of Phenos. The flickering candles cast eerie shadows on their faces, making their features difficult to discern.
The leader, a silhouette of authority, began the discussion. "Recent events have taken an unfavorable turn in Phenos. We've lost contact with a member outside the Wall of Hope. It's likely that the mission failed and he ran away. The Golden Rock is now beyond our reach, rendering our plans for its use futile."
"Such a failure. Hunt him down. There's room for him in this life."
Another figure, their voice distorted and menacing, spoke up. "Johan and his team might be the ones who fought our member and took the Golden Rock. There's no doubt about it."
