Chapitre 76: A reunion

In a fairly large meeting room, with little to no light seeping through the windows behind, which were partially covered by heavy curtains, a semi circle table stood at the end of the room. Around the table sat five figures, their faces obscured by shadows due to the lack of light.

Standing in front of them, with a dull, partially grim expression, was Marcus, holding a paper in his hand. On the paper was a detailed hand drawn illustration of five individuals, each wearing a fox-like mask and a long, knee length cloak.

"The Fallen Angels," one of the five figures began, "... at least that's what they call themselves."

Marcus glanced at the illustration in his hand, concern etched on his face, a nostalgic feeling creeping in.

"They've been wreaking havoc in the Western Republic. They've been involved in numerous cases recently—robbery, murder, human trafficking, and some underground dealings."