The figure that jumped down from the ceiling was very nimble. A quick flip in mid-air allowed her to land on the ground without even the slightest wobble.
It was a slightly bewildered woman wearing a half-torn dress. She looked no older than 25 years old.
Her hair was brown, and so were her eyes. She was holding a worn-out dagger with cut marks and blood stains on it.
Kieran could imagine what kind of harsh battle she had been through by just taking a look at her weapon.
As he was inspecting her, the woman noticed his gaze.
She took two steps back out of vigilance and took a defensive stance as she held the dagger.
"Who are you?" she said loudly.
Kieran didn’t answer. Instead, he lifted his head up.
On the ceiling was a breach wide enough for one person to go through.
"Is this the entrance the assassin used?" Kieran guessed. He wanted to take a closer look.
