In the heart of concrete jungle, in the clandestine depths of an ancient ruin, beneath the cloak of eventide the moon hung low in the sky, it’s pale light casting eerie shadows dancing around the gathering of 7 figures. The air was thick with tension, punctuated only by the soft hum of electronics and the occasional click of a pen and the sound of it scratching against paper.

Sitting around a huge round marble table, face hidden underneath a mask of stoicism betrayed the unease that gnawed at their insides.

“It seems that our courier has violated the terms of the contract, he’s going east now?” a gentle warmth voice imbued with wisdom disperse the heavy atmosphere with its richness. Her eyes still scanning the report in her hand then proceed to staring intently at the boy sitting across of her.

“This report is from your network, Mr Hellebore” her tone now infused with a subtle aura of doubtfulness,

With his youthful voice the boy responded “They may be living in the slums, cast away from society, but the people working for me are hand picked. They are all trustworthy I wouldn’t be sitting here if my discerning gaze is incorrect” hellebore leisurely unwrapped the lollipop that always peeks out from his luxurious-looking vest befitting his young age

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“After so long, Archanum was going to fall into our hand. Thanks to Mr Spindle, the lab explosion that destroyed the professor’s research delayed us enough” Hellebore sentence carried a subtle tone, suggesting something beneath the surface. the man paid no heed to the young boy’s word, his attention fixed solely on the papers in front of him. “now it slipped from our hand agai—“

“now now” the gentle and warm voice is back, she cast a momentary glance at the boy before turning her attention to the figure that sitting beside him “I think it’s your turn Mr Serpent, you entrusted him with the task, now bear the responsibility for his failure, your choices have consequences, and you shall answer for them”

The shimmering flames in the hearth cast a glow on his blond hair accentuating a lengthy scar traversing from his temple to his chin with a subtle smirk adorning his face “sure” he inclined his body forward, clasping his hands together his subtle smirk gradually spreads wider.