The old wooden carriage rattled slowly across the cobblestone street, the sound of its wheels creaking like a mournful song accompanying the night.
Inside, four figures sat opposite each other, separated by the silver masks they wore and an ocean of unspoken secrets. The illumination from the oil lamp in the corner of the carriage cast dancing shadows on the wooden walls, adding to the gloomy yet mysterious atmosphere.
Althea broke the silence, her voice soft yet leading. "Tonight, we share not only a carriage but also trust. Let's get to know one another, at least the parts we can share." Althea looked at Raven.
Raven, sitting in the darkest corner, acknowledged the gaze. His voice was deep and resonant, like distant thunder. "Raven. I command shadow magic; disappearing, moving in darkness, and I know martial arts." His movements were minimal, but every muscle in his body spoke of harsh discipline.
