Atop the tallest clock tower in the black market, Ansel and his companions sat on the edge of the rooftop. Seraphina nestled close to Ansel, while Marlina, her cheeks tinged with a rosy flush, was cradled in the arms of her statuesque and athletic sister.
"Marlina," Ansel said gently, stroking Lawrence's little head, "how about we play a game?"
Held by her sister, Marlina, slightly taken aback and looking somewhat uneasy, responded with a delighted expression, "Of course, I'll join, Mr. Ansel."
"Imagine you are Mr. Hyena at this moment."
Young Hydral gazed down upon the bustling black street below, the surging tides of shadows within his complete view.
He turned his head, locking eyes with Marlina, "How many tasks do you have at hand?"
"To ensure fairness, you may ask me anything at any time. I shall disclose anything that Mr. Hyena is aware of."
