As we slowly made our way down the long, narrow, dimly lit secret passage leading straight to the base of the sinister organization, my thoughts kept returning to Serpens' story.
The dim light of the lantern he held in his hand cast long shadows on the damp stone walls, creating an atmosphere of tense anticipation. Each step echoed eerily.
His words still rang in my head, evoking mixed feelings — from surprise to inner indignation.
In addition to the woman who, driven by a thirst for revenge for her husband's betrayal, decided to attempt an assassination, there was another person whose involvement in this case truly stunned me. I still couldn't believe that he was somehow involved in this story.
Count Creek. I could barely contain my inner indignation when I uttered that name in my thoughts. Who would have thought that this man would reappear after such a long time? Was he capable of holding a grudge for decades? Well, who would have known that this man could be so vindictive?
