Chapter Eight(5)

Alberto yawned, ‘Ok——gonna be back soon as possible,’ he sauntered towards the target range and successfully detached both the dagger and the arrow from the wood they were impaled on. He handed the dagger to Cecy, who took it silently.
Lydia had disappeared through the violet mirror she drew already, and Alberto stepped into the doorway without a second of hesitation. The mirror swallowed him.
Cecy sat on the ground. Now what she had to do was simply wait, she supposed. Glad for a chance to marshal her thoughts, she twirled her dagger absentmindedly. Lydia had said that it would be dangerous for her, for the three of them, yet promised that they——Cecy chose to forget about the ‘hopefully’ part——won’t kill anyone or hurt unless entirely necessary.