The night was tranquil, and the moonlight was bright.
At this moment, three people were standing on a spacious grassland.
Becca Reyes was leaning nonchalantly against a small tree, a chilling breeze blowing, causing the dry, yellow leaves on the tree to slowly fall off. Under the moonlight that resembled water, the leaves gently landed on her shoulders, then swayed and fluttered down to the ground.
Not far from her stood two people they knew quite well—
Agnes Parker and Clara Birch.
The two, dressed in their camouflage training uniforms, both had a look of impatience, yet there was a hint of nervousness about them. They stood almost leaning against each other, their gaze occasionally sweeping over Becca Reyes. Both their facial expressions and movements expressed a sense of unease.
"Are you two getting this impatient because you've done something wrong?"
