D-day: Fault

"Let's turn here," Holly said, tugging Seira on the right.

Seira let herself be hauled. She was too tired. The fatigue was creeping into her body. Her feet were aching from the wounds being drenched in water earlier.

She looked at their surroundings. There was no one in the hallway they're crossing. The furniture and walls were still intact. It looks like those men were yet to come to this place.

Or not.

A man wearing a black robe with a large number four on his hand was standing in the middle of their way. He was looking at her.

Holly placed her arm in front of her, stepping back. She clutched her dress.

She had no powers or can sense any magic at all but the confident posture and unsmiling of the man was giving her creeps. This was bad news.

"You're way more beautiful in person, Seira Lacresia," the man said.

Terror rose in her stomach at the mention of her name. Her hands became colder than they already were. She choked her fear and stared back at the man.