In an empty street lit by the lights of small buildings, three silhouettes seemed to walk right in its center.
"Damn it! That idiot left without saying a word again! We agreed to go together at the stroke of midnight!"
A feminine voice exclaimed angrily.
"Leave him be. He's always like that. By now, this shouldn't even surprise you."
Another feminine but calmer voice replied.
"I think it's a good thing he went off alone. It'll give him a chance to settle things with his old clan."
A third voice, mature and feminine, interrupted the conversation.
"But you know very well he might get hurt! I'm so worried about him..."
The angry feminine voice responded, her tone filled with concern.
"Don't underestimate the vice chief, you know very well he could obliterate that entire clan, don't you?"
The calm feminine voice reassured her.
"Yes… yes, but you never know! He doesn't have an unlimited amount of blood!"
