Point-of-View: Argent Stryker
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"N-no, please wait-...!" My next victim began to beg, before I plunged my blades into his eyes and through to his brain, yanking them out with a sharp twist.
"How many more Nobles are in this establishment right now?" I inquired, as I glanced back at the staff member I'd roped into helping me.
"There are six more...our rooms are soundproofed, so they likely have no idea what's happening," He replied with a smile.
Yeah, he'd been more than happy to help me, no surprise there. He's a Commoner living in the capital, working at a brothel where underage children are offered to the customers...he most likely isn't here by choice.
I can sense everyone in this building with Radar, but I can't differentiate between which ones are Nobles and which are not, so this is pretty helpful.
"Sounds good, lead the way," I smirked in response.