'Someone's here.' Disguised brown eyes narrowed dangerously. 'How many of them? One...two...three...four. There seems to be four of them.' Raven counted the number of footsteps that she sensed with her ears.
'Judging from how careful their footsteps seem, they must be assassins.'
'I was too occupied in finding something that I did not sense them on time.' She inwardly tsked at her own carelessness. Yet, she claimed not to have trusted the demon's words.
'Still, it's a relief the wood creaked on time.'
Even she could not escape from making a sound. The wood used to build the branch leader's hideout must be quite old and rotting inside. No matter how one tried to lighten their steps, even an assassin could not escape the creaking of a wood.
The human body has weight after all.
''This is a branch leader's hideout?''
''Where do you think we are? This is slums you fool. The branch leader can't build a manor without attracting attention to himself.''
