Two maids stroll in the hallway holding buckets of freshly laundered clothes.
While the two walk at the same pace, each of them exchanging words of gossips.
"Hey, have you seen that girl?"
"She's so pretty right?"
"Indeed, its no wonder why young mas—"
One maid stopped abruptly, glancing to her side as her companion was gone.
Her brows furrowed as she looked over her shoulder, expecting to see her fellow maid lagging behind.
But the hallway is empty...
Little did she know, Somewhere in the certain corner.
A muffled choke could not escape through the woman's lips.
"Keugh... ergh..."
The maid's body jerked as she felt something cold and firm tightening around her neck—a broomstick, pulling cruelly against her throat.
Her hands flailed, clawing at the makeshift garrote, but her strength waned quickly.
Behind her, Seon tightened her grip on the broomstick.
It was then she suddenly realized something.
