A few days later, Liora sat alone in the corner of a lively bar. A crimson drink sat on the table before her as the sound of conversation echoed in her ears.
Liora keenly noticed that several of the Devils in the room were secretly sizing her up, seemingly recognizing her as a newcomer and weighing whether she could be their next target.
Yet, she neither minded nor paid any attention to them. Silently, she sipped her drink with a calm expression.
Time continued to pass in this manner until, suddenly, she finally raised her gaze.
"Come out.", she ordered, and as if in response, a figure appeared in the seat beside her.
"Lord.", the figure, Scurry, said, lowering his eyes in respect.
"Did you find anything useful?", Liora questioned, and hearing her words, Scurry hurried to speak:
