Inside Viper's office, the atmosphere and decor clashed in a strangely surreal way.
Contrary to the cheerful, colorful interior of the room, everyone present wore a grim, even somewhat intimidating, expression.
At her summons, the most formidable and dangerous members of the Crimson Vow had gathered here in less than a day.
A middle-aged man with a long scar etched across his face slowly opened his eyes and cast his gaze toward her.
"Boss, didn't we just have a meeting not long ago? What's the emergency now?"
The speaker was Thorne, a seasoned veteran in arms dealing and organized protection.
Although he didn't quite understand the sudden urgency, he knew better than to treat her actions lightly.
After all, most of the time, she was a serious and calculated leader—not some deranged lunatic like how Dusk often portrayed her.
