A black sedan with tinted windows eased to a stop in front of the main entrance.
The rear door opened.
A polished boot touched the ground, then another.
Reina stepped out. Her amber eyes scanned the scene. The usual calm of the courtyard was gone. A dozen of her men waited, stationed around the car, weapons drawn. Their faces were masks of forced neutrality, but their hands trembled faintly.
"Tch…"
Reina's brow furrowed, a slight crease forming as she shut the door with a calm gesture. Her long black coat swayed gently in the breeze.
Then a figure approached, casual, a smirk playing on her lips.
Eve.
Her gaze locked onto Reina. She ran a hand through her hair, shadows slithering around her feet like snakes.
"Such a pity, but order's gotta change sometime, right?"
Reina didn't reply. She watched her men aim their weapons at her.
"Aim well," she murmured.
A blink later, she vanished.
