Hostile Forces
"Phew…" Marlene returned to her usual calmness as she approached the end of the corridor and gazed out of the window to see the streets that were as lively as always.
She shook her head while descending the stairs and was greeted by an aloof voice. "Good afternoon, Madam Marlene."
"Ah… Good afternoon…" Marlene turned around but as soon as she met the owner of the voice, she gaped blankly.
Yes, it was Agatha. However, she seemed a little strange. The young lady was holding onto a rag and it seemed like she had been wiping the windows along the corridor. Moreover, the three tentacles at the Ocean Elf's lower body were moving back and forth, sweeping the filthy dust on the floor while the slim tentacles on her hair were sorting out the paintings hung on the wall.