Nolan got yanked into one of the holes and a hand slammed the wall, pinning him in place, dagger to his throat.
"Don't. Move."
Nolan finally processed what had just happened and he saw the person's face.
It was a young lady, black hair tied back in a ponytail with a mask covering her mouth and nose.
Her brows suddenly shut up as she felt something. A cold tingling sensation on her throat, and when she looked down, she saw Nolan's ice dagger there.
When she looked back at him, he tilted his head, still expressionless. "Let's both not try anything stupid, right?"
"Wow. My my, of course. You're the ever ready type, huh?" she said, her tone soft and calm. She withdrew her dagger, though still pinning him in place, and pulled down her mask
Before Nolan could say anything, she pressed against finger to her lips and shushed him.
"...well indeed they have. Three of the new recruits even died."
