Chapter 72: Pen
"Huff... Huff..."
A dainty woman ran in the back streets in the dead of night. Her body, tense and exhausted, continued to run nonstop. She forced her tears back and ran harder.
"Keep it together, Sera. You can do this. Just a little more."
Pushing her legs as fast as she could go, she pushed through the shady crowd. Not that she looked any better.
She didn’t wear her priestess garbs, instead she wore a filthy-looking shirt and pants along with a tattered cloak. The girl even used mud and soot as part of her disguise.
"Hey! Watch it!"
Bumping into drunkards, ill-intended convicts and dirty vagrants, she made her way. Within half an hour she finally arrived at a rundown house with a gray-colored roof. It had a red circle with a yellow dot on one of the windowsills.
There!
The mark she had been desperately searching for. It marked a designated safe house for her party, Beacon. Finding renewed strength, she took out a key and entered. Pulling out a dagger she quietly closed the door and made her way deeper in the building.
Where is everyone? Have they all been caught?
The floor creaked with her every step, further adding to her terror. When she finally entered the kitchen, she saw a man sitting at the head of the dining table. It was someone she instantly recognized. The man who haunted her nightmares.