In a dank, foul-smelling sewer, Margaret, who had been curled into a ball, slowly opened her eyes.
CLICK. The copper pocket watch flipped open. Six hours remained until the final battle. Her gaze hardened with resolve.
Today is the day I will avenge my family. Swan must die today!
"Get everyone up. We're assembling on the platform."
A shadowy figure flickered over her, gave a slight nod, and swiftly vanished.
Margaret walked silently through the darkness, and gradually, more people appeared behind her. The newcomers all wore the same attire: dusty, gray robes.
No one spoke. The only sounds in the tunnel were the gurgling of sewage and their sloshing steps through the filthy water.
In a corner, a rat crouched over something black, nibbling on it as it watched them furtively.
The spacious pipes branched out in all directions. Margaret navigated them swiftly and skillfully, as if she had walked these routes many times before.
