Kapitel 45: Suspicious

Desmond stood at the edge of the road, his gaze fixed on the horse-drawn carriage as it slowly vanished into the winding path. A cascade of conflicting emotions tugged at his heart, an intricate tapestry of worry, hope, and uncertainty woven within him.

"I hope you're safe and unharmed, Alice," he whispered softly, his voice carrying a hint of both longing and concern.

As the carriage dissolved into the distance, Desmond's features hardened, the warmth in his eyes replaced by a steely resolve. The mention of the Guild stirred something deep within him, an unyielding determination that refused to be swayed.

"They claim to be the Guild," he mused, his thoughts laced with a touch of skepticism. "But will they truly live up to their reputation?" The words hung in the air, a silent challenge to the unknown.