As they retraced their steps down the twisting hallways for what felt like the hundredth time, a soft, deliberate clap echoed through the corridor. Lira's heart jumped, and Renkai immediately crouched, hand on his dagger.
From the shadows ahead, the rat master emerged. His robes shimmered faintly, and his monocle caught the morning light. His whiskers twitched in a way that made his expression almost… amused.
"You really thought you could leave?" he said, his voice smooth, calm, and cruelly confident. He stepped closer, his red eyes gleaming. "The Tower doesn't let just anyone walk out. Especially not someone with your… talents."
Lira squared her shoulders, clutching her space bag. "Why? Why can't we just leave?"
The master's lips curved into a small, knowing smile. "Because I want you here. Your skills… your potions… they belong in this Tower. You will be fed. Your room will be comfortable. And in return, you can provide… your gifts."
