The group stood frozen in the dimly lit cave, where the previous dead bodies were left upon.
Each body has its own tattoo, however each has similarities, which are the spiders.
In one body; it was a spider biting on a leaf
In another, it was a spider on the web
And yet in another, it was a spider with no legs.
Yunnie glanced nervously at Seon, who was crouched near the lifeless body.
Her eyes were almost distant and off.
"Madam Prophet, is everything alright?" he asked softly.
Seon jolted, as though snapped out of a trance. "Well… yeah, obviously!" she replied, though her tone was far from convincing.
She carefully placed the body back down, brushing her hands on her hat as if that could erase the unease in the air.
Yunnie hesitated, watching her closely.
Something about her felt incredibly... wrong.
Her usual composed demeanor was gone, replaced by a fleeting glimpse of vulnerability—or was it fear?
