Throwing open the doors to their chambers, Cazer stomped into the room. Compelled by his hot temper, he yanked off his jacket. Throwing it onto the ground in agitation, Chiri observed his mood silently as she clicked the door shut behind her. Her back pressed to its cold handle, she leaned into it metal as if intending to guard against any intruders who might add to her husband’s vexation. The rest of the meal, passing without further incident thanks to Cazer’s intervention, it had at least been bearable. Nonetheless, his temperament had been gradually worsening since they excused themselves from the table shortly after dessert. The poise Cazer displayed during dinner now crumbling completely under the pressure of his rage. It was clear that his family’s disrespectful behavior and Rhett’s unwelcomed advances towards her had managed to agitate him. Unsettled at seeing him disturbed in this way, Chiri regarded him from

A muted sunlight reaching out in to him in the cold day, Allen strolled through the streets of Ineset with its comfortable warmth on his back. Seeking a reprieve from the staunchly reserved atmosphere in the Alliance headquarters among the bustling activity, Allen had wandered for several hours, before he could bring himself to conduct his undesirable errand. His feet finally leading him down a familiar dark alley, Allen stood in front of the dismal door. Heaviness weighing down on his stomach, he rapped on its wooden exterior. Dirtied by the grime and dirt from the street, Allen wiped the black soot from his knuckles as he waited for the little peep hole to slide open begrudgingly. The beady eyes of its guardian appearing in the little slat they narrowed on him suspiciously. Obviously unable to recollect his identity, Allen removed the pistol from its holster. Submitting the weapon to be inspected by the gloomy pair of eyes, they securitized its worn surface fo

Tossed around by the undulating waves, Allen’s last meal swayed uncomfortably in his stomach. Concentrated in his effort to focus on the grey horizon in the distance, he stood near the helm. Clutching a side of the vessel as the sicknesses and anxiety toyed painfully with his innards like a cat with a ball of string. Allen felt his feet wobble unsteadily on its rickety boards, as the ship crashed rigorously over the restless dark waters beneath them. Able to enjoy a short reprieve after their last mission, Allen and Chiri soon found another abruptly thrust upon them. The orders issued hardly a week after Chiri had returned with the Night Gate Director from his family estate. The assignment demanded that they venture further afield to the port city of Urgsea. Vemehurst’s primary location for the import and export of goods from other countries, it was the first time Allen had encountered a place filled with such diverse people and trade. However, his excitement towards exploring its mar

Brooding over the words written on the page in his hand, Cazer skimmed over the details of the report again. Some his dark locks falling in disarray onto his forehead. They spilled over into his vision as Cazer held the document towards the dwindling light of the candle. Already, adopting a disagreeable demeanor since Chiri had departed for her next mission with her puppy-like partner in tow. Cazer’s mood only soured the more he regarded what had been scrawled across the papers in front of him. Finding their content to remain unchanged even after reading them for a second time that night. Cazer squinted at the details of the investigation handed to him a few hours earlier, once more. Before, finally tossing the pages back on his desk and agitatedly shoving them aside. Containing information pertaining to the insurgent group, which called

Reclined on one of the dark velvet couches in the Director’s quarters, Chiri felt a terrible prickle of pain move throughout her body. The sensation like long thin needles, it pierced every inch of her from the crown of her head to nails on her toes. Lingering for several minutes afterwards, there would be no evidence of her agony externally.Even her face remaining expressionless, there was no indication of the torment that extended far below her skin as Chiri flicked through the pages of a thick book. Its spine balanced on the arm of the sofa, she scanned over the words. Considering its content in an effort to ignore the source of her aggravation, Chiri was forced to reread the same paragraph again due to her attention being so rudely diverted by the affliction.Not exerting any energy to look in the direction of the source of her annoyance, Chiri could feel Amelia Rose’s devious gaze upon her from across the room. Standing erect in a proudly self-satisfied manner, she positioned he