The night, shrouded by the Blood Moon, nearly stood still.
The dark alleys of the Bulida Mafia's turf twisted like a winding serpent, bottomless, leading to an unknown abyss.
In this deadly silence, the only sounds that could be heard were the faint quivers of breath and the light rustling of clothing.
Elsa and Little Black Cat crouched against a sheltered wall, their heartbeats thundering, terrified to make any noise that would disturb the air.
"..."
Viscount Carmel's eyes were wide open, his pupils slowly shifting to the left.
His peripheral vision could only make out the hand donned in a white glove on his own shoulder.
When had this person arrived?
Carmel himself was from the Concealment bloodline of the Blood Clan, how could anyone have placed a hand on his shoulder without making a sound?
As his gaze shifted, he also glimpsed a figure with purple hair and blue eyes in the distance.
The Griffin Heiress of the Marquis Roland family?
"Landry..."
