Clementine:
"Okay, so another corner checked, and she's not there. Neither is Haiden or Ian," Troy muttered, stretching his neck back and rubbing his nape tiredly.
We had been running around anxiously, looking for our missing crusaders, and so far hadn't come across a single one of them.
It was worrying, especially because of the state Oriana had run away in, and I had a bad feeling she wouldn't be able to survive.
However, I had strong suspicions that Haiden was fine.
I knew I wasn't supposed to feel his pain until we had marked each other, or at least one of us had, but still, I could sense he was okay.
"Now what?" Yorick wondered, facing me tiredly.
We had thankfully collected whole bags of coal, and there was more we could hand over to the missing three.
While we stood there talking, a squeaking voice echoed, warning us of another danger approaching.
I remembered Ian telling her that these things never came alone, that a shadow followed them.
