The noise of the marketplace was almost deafening. Merchants called out their wares, children wove through the crowd with laughter, and the scent of freshly baked bread mixed with the heavy aroma of herbs and spices. Sophie led her squad through the market district, and as always, Sharon was beside her, her eyes constantly darting around for trouble. Maris followed in quiet observation, her senses sharp, taking in the lively environment with careful attention.
But then—almost like a ghost passing through the noise—they saw him. Professor Draven. The cold, analytical figure stood out in the throng of colorful people, moving with a purpose that made it clear he wasn't there for the sights.
Sharon's eyes widened, and she instantly jabbed Sophie's arm with an elbow, her face alight with suspicion. "That's him! That's Draven!"
Sophie raised an eyebrow, her expression unreadable, though there was a flicker of recognition. "Yes, I see him, Sharon. Keep your voice down."
