All members of the Bronze Shield Mercenary Corps thought they could finally relax for a moment when Violet's footsteps echoed lightly, putting everyone on high alert once more.
Their comrades patrolling outside wouldn't come in, each member of the mercenary corps had their own tasks to tend to.
Moreover, judging by the sound of the footsteps, it seemed that the person in the lead didn't sound like a man.
Under the watchful eyes of the remaining mercenaries, Violet walked down the pitch-black corridor into this chaotic scene. With all the eyes fixed on her, she looked puzzled at the remaining people.
"Am I late? It looks like you've already taken care of things." she said, a faint smile on her face, as if she was thanking the neighborhood boy for helping her out with some trouble.
Or rather, she seemed like a random little girl passing by. Because she was too similar, it brought a sense of unease to the men present.
