"How did you get out of the prison?" a hooded figure demanded, his voice cutting through the gentle breeze that swept over the rooftop where they stood. The moonless light barely illuminated their forms, casting long, ominous shadows.
"That's not the important thing, Alaric!" the other hooded figure retorted, his tone laced with irritation. "I've been helping you for nearly a decade, and this is how you repay me? By abandoning me at the first sign of trouble?"
Alaric clicked his tongue, "If you're just going to spout nonsense, I'm leaving. I didn't see you, so this is your only chance to escape before she kills you, Kennedy," he said, turning on his heel to leave.
"I DID EXACTLY WHAT YOU TOLD ME!" Kennedy's shout echoed in the night, filled with anger and desperation.
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