Cabin.
The same people leaving on the ship, all crammed into the air-tight cabin, the air thick with the stench of sweat and peculiar odors.
In a corner, a Half-Spider Man wearing a loose cloak was incessantly rubbing his hands.
His eyes fixed on the cabin door.
Whenever someone entered or exited, he would scan them twice to confirm whether they were from the association or not.
He had made all the necessary preparations the previous night but still failed to kill the target.
He didn't seek out his employer either, instead, he contacted the first ship leaving the island, intending to escape directly.
"They couldn't possibly trace it back to me. As long as the ship leaves here, I'll be safe. Just wait, don't panic," he reassured himself.
The Half-Spider Man unscrewed his water flask and took a sip.
Calm himself down, so as not to be overly anxious.
Suddenly, several spiders crawled out through the gaps in the wooden planks above.
They hissed softly.
