(Author's POV)
"Well, well, well~ …. look who has finally decided to come to us," Brian Tape spoke, his tone tinged with a hint of mockery. "The traitor is here."
The person standing in front of him remained completely unhinged as a cocky smile spread across his lips. "Just came to see some old friends. Can't I?" His eyes darted from Brian to Catherine. "Long time no see. Did you miss me, Richards?" He was wearing a deep maroon, velvet textured cloak, which was concealing half his face. The back of the cloak was emblazoned with a silver pattern; the same design Myra had drawn in her notebook.
Catherine's eyes narrowed as Brian sneered and spat, "You freak~ …. stay in your lane. Don't you fucking blabber nonsense in front of Elder Richards. Else I'll pull that filthy tongue of yours out with a pair of pliers."
