What's To Come
Vincent studied the lady on the bed. She was one of the many members in the Neil Clan, but he was able to recognise her right away. Mainly because she was one of the few in their clan who kept a low-profile.
Unlike the rest of the clan who preferred to do things the legal way, Anthea Neil had taken a hobby in robbing the rich and donating to the poor. The poor being herself, of course.
Anthea Neil, currently twenty-two years old. She left the clan roughly five years ago but showed signs that she had doubts about the final test 'massacre'. Didn't show any signs of inserting herself back into clan life any time soon, but here she was, back within the clan compounds.
"Clan leader!" Thea greeted, scrambling off the bed in a rather undignified way. Her face burned, but she had no time to care about petty things like her dignity right now. Not when the clan was at stake.