When the men dressed in black arrived, Isabelle, a former assassin, detected a familiar scent emanating from them, which unexpectedly evoked a sense of nostalgia within her. Of course, she was referring to the aura of death that they carried.
Just that? These individuals are not even qualified to join Dark Shadow, let alone be worthy of my recognition...
"Have you seen a man pass by here?" The leader of the group concealed his gun and asked Isabelle in a cold tone.
Isabelle turned her shoulder to them and idly scraped the dirt with her foot, as if she was playing with mud.
The rainy season was nearly over, so there had been frequent but light rain recently, leaving the ground perpetually damp.
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