The alleyway buzzed with tension as noon approached, the faint hum of activity from the bustling Sector III streets muffled by the surrounding walls. Anya leaned casually against the graffiti-covered brick, her crimson eyes scanning the shadows.
Her patience was rewarded when a smooth, mocking voice slid out from the dim corner of the alley.
"Never in my wildest dreams would I have expected a Guild Master to set up a meeting in a place like this," the voice teased. "One might think you were dabbling in illegal business."
From the edge of the shadows, Spade stepped forward, his trademark black spade mask on his face, a dark coat billowing slightly as he moved. Beside him stood a masked woman, her crimson eyes gleaming through the sleek, black mask that concealed most of her face.
Anya's grin sharpened as she pushed off the wall, her hands resting on her hips.
