In the bustling London harbour, Emma and Emily were eyeing a boat. This boat, used by the council officials to navigate between the European mainland and the UK, held the promise of escape. Something Seraphina had been kind enough to share with them.
Two stern-faced peacekeepers guarded the boat's boarding plank, oblivious to the nearby girls. The sisters, veiled by their hoods, moved strategically, concealing themselves while a sense of urgency fueled their movements.
As the thugs-turned-pack-mules were ordered to wait, Emma and Emily removed their hoods and revealed their beautiful faces. The dark veil Emily had always worn in past spared her from recognition.
Suddenly, the sisters ran out of the crowd towards the peacekeepers. Panic etched on their faces, the sisters sprinted towards the peacekeepers, their voices raised in distress.
