Chapter Sixty- Seven

In the dimly lit parlor, the conversation between Raven, Ryan, and the hidden spy lingered, shrouded in an air of enigma and concealed intentions. As the exchange continued, Raven's measured composure began to wane subtly, sensing a shift in the cryptic conversation.

"The stories within these walls often harbor truths beyond our grasp," Ryan remarked, attempting to steer the discussion away from the veiled tension that permeated the room.

Raven, however, was visibly unsettled, his calculating gaze fixed on the shadowy recess where the spy lurked. "Some stories should remain buried, lest they unravel the delicate tapestry of our lives."

The spy, sensing Raven's unease, stepped forward from the shadows, revealing their faces to the dim light—a move that sparked a ripple of panic in Raven's eyes. The spy's countenance bore traces of experience and determination, a face obscured for too long.

"Your insistence on concealment has reached its culmination, Raven," the spy said calmly, their v