Quin's eyes darted nervously towards Lilith, his face etched with a shadow of fear. A shiver ran down his spine as he mustered the courage to confront her. "Who... or rather, what are you?" He stammered, his voice laced with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation. "And why on earth would someone like you associate yourself with this failure?"
Lilith, ever the mischievous one, pointed a finger at Quin in a comical manner, a playful glint in her eyes. Her attention then shifted to Ethan, her master, seeking his permission for something more sinister. "Master," she inquired with a wicked smile, "Can I dispose of him?".
Ethan, his dark chains still tightly wound around Gabi's delicate neck, turned his gaze towards Quin, his expression unforgiving and intense. "Tell me," he demanded, his voice dripping with menace, "where have you hidden her body?".