As the group approached the front desk, an old man dressed in tattered clothes greeted them with a gruff voice. His face was lined with deep wrinkles, and his eyes peered out from under bushy eyebrows that seemed to have a life of their own. He looked the group up and down, his gaze lingering on their sturdy carriage and the weapons they carried, before speaking in a voice that was rough and gravelly. As he spoke, there was a mischievous twinkle in his eye, a hint of something that suggested he was up to something. "Took you long enough. Where's #0098?" Kline's eyes narrowed in a mixture of frustration and annoyance as he wearily turned his attention towards the cumbersome container that the group was tasked with carrying. The weight of the journey had begun to take its toll on the collective muscles of the team, and the arduous task had caused weariness to permeate their limbs. Kline's hand gestured towards the container in a gesture of exhaustion and exasperation, his body l

"Ah, Robert! Good to see you're still in one piece," Eugene exclaims, visibly relieved."You know, I was beginning to think you might have become the latest ingredient for one of Beatrice's rituals, or even turned into an artifact. But it seems I was mistaken," he continues, a hint of amusement in his voice.Robert chuckles, but he can't deny that he's still a little shaken from his encounter with Beatrice."Thanks, Eugene. I think I could use a place to rest and process everything that's happened," Robert replies, running a hand through his hair.Eugene's expression softens as he nods and points downwards towards a staircase."Absolutely, Robert. If you go down the stairs, you'll find a comfortable resting area with beds for new recruits, as well as a training room. Although, I must warn you that there have been several unfortunate incidents in the past weeks. Many of the recent recruits lost their lives during missions or other rituals. It's a harsh reality that comes with the pursu

Robert emerged from the house, and as he stepped outside, the pale light of the moon illuminated his path. The stars above twinkled like diamonds in the sky, providing a sense of tranquility and calmness.He took a deep breath, inhaling the crisp night air, and felt a sense of relief wash over him.The usual hustle and bustle of the day had died down, and the quietness of the night seemed almost surreal. The lamp lights illuminated the path ahead, casting long shadows on the ground.The calmness of the night enveloped him, and he could hear his own footsteps echoing in the stillness. It was a stark contrast to the chaos and noise of the daytime, where the streets were alive with activity and chatter.Robert felt a sense of peace wash over him, as if the night had a way of washing away the worries and stresses of the day.With the help from his map, he made his way towards the headquarters building, enjoying the solitude of the nighttime walk.As Robert continued on his path, he sudden

Robert's footsteps echoed through the quiet streets as he continued his search, his senses alert for any sign of the mysterious disturbances that had plagued the neighborhood.The sky overhead had begun to darken, and the sun had dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the pavement.Despite his best efforts, Robert had yet to uncover any new clues. He had scoured every corner of the area, searching for any hint of the strange occurrences that had been reported.But the more he searched, the more elusive the answers seemed to be.As the night began to descend, Robert's hope began to fade. The darkness that shrouded the streets seemed to obscure even the smallest details, making it nearly impossible to uncover any new leads.But he refused to give up. He knew that the people of the neighborhood were counting on him to put an end to the chaos that had taken over their lives.With a deep breath, Robert resolved to continue his search. He knew that the night would bring new c

Robert, feeling the weight of his bandaged leg, steadily climbed the entrance stairs to the towering building, his heart thumping in his chest with anticipation.After arriving at the reception desk, he encountered a curious woman who seemed to gaze intently at his injured leg.Attempting to clear his throat and gather his thoughts, he whispered to the woman in a low and cautious voice,"Excuse me, ma'am. I need to report something."The woman's expression remained neutral and unreadable as she replied,"What is it that you need to report?"Robert hesitated, uncertain about how much he should reveal.He couldn't shake the memory of the homeless people he had witnessed earlier and the nuns who appeared to be manipulating them. With a deep breath, he decided to share everything he had seen.He described the homeless people in the alleyway and the nuns who were distributing bread while reciting an eerie prayer.He spoke about the sense of unease he experienced and how his suspicions were