Within the pipeways of the Underground Pipelines, the sound of footsteps bounced against its iron surface as three figures walked quietly.
Low, distant moans escaped from within the Pipelines while Ciara glanced around in curiosity.
For a while now, they had been walking in a straight path, led by Ruffia to a spot, not certain nor confirmed but simply stated.
In a way, they were being led without any distinctive proof other than words.
Something Ciara would usually stand against, but with the threat the assassin boy posed, she decided to go against a principle. Which irked her greatly.
Her thoughts had been spiralling within her head on their path, a deadpan silence hanging between the trio until she looked ahead.
In front of her was Louis, and in front of him was the girl that they found– Ruffia Jones, she called herself.
Her eyes narrowed to a slit, her lips parting out as she asked.
"Sorry, what did you say your name was again?"
