A secluded building in the backyard.
Candle flames burned quietly in the sealed, windowless room, casting the silhouettes of four figures in black monastic robes onto the walls.
The woman in the lead, codenamed "Adjudicator," was wiping her weapon with a piece of linen cloth.
The Runes on the dagger shimmered faintly in the candlelight.
The other three, all male witch hunters, were either meditating or organizing their gear.
They were the Church's sharpest blades, the purifying fire that eradicated heretics. Discipline and piety were etched into their very bones.
A soft knock came from the door.
One of the witch hunters rose, opened the door, took a tray from the servant outside, and quickly shut it again. The entire process was completed without any communication.
Hot water was poured into four ceramic cups, and white bread was distributed to each person.
