Hanged Tarot Pub
Harold stood behind the counter, cleaning the glasses.
Two women sat before him. One had a hood covering her face, while the other wore light clothes, showing her chiseled muscles and tanned skin.
"We'll know if he is up to the mark in a few minutes," Luna grinned savagely. A scar ran across her face, from the corner of her eye to the chin.
She had a horn coming out of her forehead and her tail lay gently on the ground.
"I hope the test is nothing too outrageous." Just as Harold remarked, the doors of the pub were smashed open. A figure was roughly thrown inside.
"Who!?" Luna swiftly reacted, pulling the bowstring.
Two more figures came crashing into the pub.
Luna's eyes widened. The people thrown inside were her teammates!
"Eugene, Lucas, Alan! What happened to you!?"
"Hehe, we just had a heart-to-heart talk." Zain entered the pub. He turned to Harold. "I take it as you sent these guys?"
