Hiding behind a broken pillar within the Serpent's Labyrinth were two lost souls.
The first was a man, roughly 180 centimeters tall, with a lean physique and eyes glinting with cunning and intelligence. His midnight-blue hair complemented the navy coat draped over a black turtleneck. Watching the empty corridor in tense anticipation, his hand hovered over the pistol holstered at his side, ready for a bloody skirmish at the slightest sign of danger.
Beside him stood his companion, slightly shorter at about 168 centimeters. She had short, pale pink hair and a slender, well-proportioned figure. Her tanned complexion contrasted strikingly with the skin-fitted tattered crimson coat that clung perfectly to her body, worn over a cropped black top that revealed her midriff, along with fitted tights and dark shoes.
