Hebdo gently turned his wrist, the mechanical clicking sound in the silence was so clear, he twisted the doorknob, revealing a corner of darkness.
Nothing happened.
Hebdo originally thought that opening the door would be the start of a great battle, but unexpectedly, nothing happened. He did not relax his vigilance because of this; instead, he grew even more tense.
If Erin's counterattack isn't here, then where will it be?
Hebdo silently walked into the room, without turning on the lights. Everything appeared extremely dim; he could only make out silhouette after silhouette, outlining a warm room.
He intended to move forward, but as though sensing something, Hebdo leaned to one side and hid in the shadows.
Hasty footsteps sounded, faint and suppressed, yet Hebdo's keen senses captured them.
Someone entered through the open door, clad in all black, faces covered with pure black masks, making them completely unrecognizable.
