"Are you paranoid or something?" Celina asked as they made their way through the forest.
"Not exactly paranoid—more like cautious," Neraxis replied before halting and signaling his group to be quiet.
In front of them, two people were clawing at the ground with their hands, seemingly digging for something.
What truly caught Neraxis's attention, however, was their clothing.
Orange jumpsuits—something only prisoners would wear.
"Two prisoners up ahead, proceed slo—" he whispered, but stopped upon noticing that Celina wasn't with them anymore.
In the very next moment, the sound of something hitting the ground resounded.
Twice.
When he turned around, Neraxis saw Celina cleaning the blood off her daggers, with the two prisoners' bodies below her.
"Celina... we need to act more cautiously," he said with a sigh, earning only a shrug in response.
"They had their backs turned toward us—why wouldn't I go for the kill?"