A few hours before entering the royal hall where the royal ball will be held. In a place that was a bit far from the royal palace, a dilapidated carriage parked in the forest without attention from anyone, hiding between the wild trees. Inside, a man began to curse because pain began to echo.
"Ugh, damn!"
"What is it? Are you really hurting? Zayn?"
Roughly opening the cloth that covered all over his head, Zayn looked sweaty while giving Jay, his partner in crime today, a deathly stare.
"Seriously? You, the leader of the Shadow organization are hurting right now because of trying to find some information inside a room? This is not even a war mission." Jay really didn't get it. His friend right there usually is the one who never left a drop of blood in any high-risk mission, but today, just to find some information, he got blood all over his stomach.
