"Mr. Grave, we will meet again, perhaps in the not-too-distant future."
Laris left only this sentence before retreating into the crowd.
His figure quickly blended in with the people, becoming untraceable. Grave clutched his chest tightly, finding his breath short after locking eyes with Laris, as if witnessing something wearing human skin, leaving a lingering effect.
Grave knew he had to meet with Mary immediately.
He was startled to discover another threat faced by this "bloodless" revolution, which he had overlooked.
Never had Grave imagined that the real threat came from within their ranks rather than Mayor Hafeez and his remnants.
So he had to rush to the Upper City overnight.
Mary, having just returned home, hadn't even warmed her seat when she was called out again in a hurry by a city hall employee.
No!
Will you guys ever stop?
Where does so much work come from every single day!
