Primrose wanted to observe the room more carefully, but the locked door behind her was suddenly forced open, and she heard the sound of clashing metal grow louder than before.
At the doorway stood a man dressed entirely in black. He was holding a sword stained with blood, and half of his face was covered with a black cloth, so Primrose could only see his eyes.
"Did you find anything valuable in that room?!" someone shouted from far away. "If there's a person inside, just kill them!"
The man in black didn't answer his companion right away. His eyes were fixed on Primrose as he examined her from head to toe.
At first, Primrose thought he was staring at her because he was a perverted man. But after a while, she realized that his gaze was filled with worry, probably because her appearance looked so pitiful.
"No! This room is empty!" the man finally shouted. "Go upstairs first! I hurt my hand by accident. I'll follow you later!"
