717 Siren

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The sound of footsteps could be heard echoing softly inside the cave.

Swoosh!

The footsteps abruptly fell silent as a faint glow of moonlight peeked through the cave's ceiling, exposing two figures.

Both figures wore hooded clothing that concealed their appearance.

The hooded figure who just entered the cave had a dagger pressed to the back of their neck; however, they showed no signs of retaliating.

"The lone raven sings but one word." The person holding the dagger spoke.

"Nevermore." The other hooded figure answered as a few strands of long black hair flowed out the side of their hood and a pair of orchid color eyes seemed to shine under the beam of moonlight. This hooded figure was none other than Azalea.

"If these guys are involved in this, then someone must really want them dead." Azalea internalized.