There were many scenarios in Evie's mind on how her plans would work. But she never guessed that the one who would let her in the Group was the Man she was sent to investigate.
What's wrong with everyone in this guild? Why were they so nice? Evie couldn't help but think to herself.
In Scar's guild, she only got to be a cannon fodder. The men eyed her as nothing but a pretty face, the muse of the party, while the women just batted their eyelids. While everyone else was busy getting ahead of each other, competing with one another for a contract.
So having to be treated differently in some guild she was tasked to spy on was . . . really overwhelming –– the guilt, that is.
Evie eyed the Man in the hood. Prying for his face, but she couldn't see anything beyond the darkness of his cloak.