Chapter 3: Fiona.

"I will take over from here," Aza'zel told Soulguider when he arrived behind the counter, smiling faintly at her. He just returned from the attic after changing his clothes for something that borders the formal and casual attire.

A white suit with a red handkerchief resting in his left breast pocket, folded collars, and long black hair towed in a ponytail behind his back. A few strands of hair jutted out from his cranium like swaying grass, and the natural scent of a fresh bath covered his person.

Soulguider nodded to him and made her way to the secret room without saying much as well. Moments later, Fiona descended the stairs in a casual garment, her left palm wrapped in a clean bandage. This mature woman had a trace of worry in her eyes, as pronounced by her imbalanced steps.

Aza'zel noticed her disquieted state and couldn't help but say, "Relax your nerves, Fiona. I'm expecting a lot of work for our first night, but you don't have to be overly worried."