Stalkers
Lo and behold, people Skullius had attached the moniker of 'stalker' to had finally caught up to him despite his efforts to keep his activity hidden. For the past six weeks, Skullius had gone under the radars of many including these three.
Until now.
"Don't look so excited to see us," Darwel said sarcastically with a dazzling smile. She was adorned in a beautiful, transparent silver dress that exposed the shorter white one underneath it.
On both her sides were the figures of her loyal guards Viccil and Sevill who bowed to Skullius respectfully.
"It has been a long time, Lord Luminant Festos," they both said in unison, much to Skullius' cringing funny bones.
"How did you find me?" he asked.