A cool wind slipped through the open window, carrying the scent of wet earth and rustling coconut leaves outside.
The faint breeze made the candle flames tremble, stretching the shadows of the three figures long and warped across the walls.
"Another meeting," a man muttered, leaning back in his chair with a faint scowl. The number five glinted faintly on his mask.
"Feels like they call us out here just to waste our time."
"Don't sound so surprised, Lord Five," said the figure beside him, voice calm but clipped.
His mask bore the number three, though the man beneath it soon removed it, revealing eyes as red as blood.
"None of us are even official employees. This is how the higher-ups like it."
Lord Five huffed. "Still… these codenames. Do we really need them? 'Lord Five'? 'Lord Three'? It feels ridiculous."
