Chapter 21

Florence first stepped out of the small boat. She followed her guard, who wore her mask—like, sometimes I've heard her call her "shades" with a thick, different accent. Well, that makes sense; I don't know if she understands English. Her job lurked in the shadows; she even blended and disappeared in the middle of the night.

She has this thin, thin, long sword on her back with some hidden, small, shiny, thin daggers. I caught her; she played with it once outside my cabin room, guarding me. I think she got bored and played those blades. I was so amazed—not a single cut on her hands.

Seeing it now, I felt like if I run for my life escaping, Shades' won't be hesitant to pull one of those blades and throw it at me; I'm dead.