Margaret curled up in the dank, foul-smelling sewer, slowly opened her eyes.
"Click," a copper pocket watch was opened, and with six hours left until the final battle, her gaze became resolute once more.
Today was the day she would avenge her family; Swan had to die today!
"Get everyone up, we're assembling on the platform."
A shadow nodded slightly at her and quickly vanished into thin air.
Margaret walked silently in the darkness, and gradually more people appeared behind her.
Those who joined wore the same attire as her, donned in dust-covered robes.
None of them spoke; the only sounds in the tunnel were the flow of sewage and their steps through the filthy water.
A rat crouched in a corner, clutching a black object while nibbling and sneakily watching them.
The spacious pipes branched in all directions. Margaret, as if she had walked through many times, moved swiftly and skillfully within.
