Abyss' 45th ranked private organization "Hell Hounds"
Hell Hounds executive, Gloo, kept wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, his hand trembling no matter how many times he tried to steady it. His suit clung uncomfortably to his back, damp and heavy, as if the Abyss itself was pressing down on him. He had completely lost track of where he was.
The only thing anchoring his sanity was the small figure walking several steps ahead of him.
A little girl.
He focused entirely on following her footsteps, terrified of straying even a single step off the path she carved through the darkness.
"You know," the girl said casually, swinging her arms as she walked, "Hakaba would've ripped you to shreds already if Big Sis didn't still need you."
Her tone was light. Cheerful, even.
Gloo gulped, his throat dry. His Adam's apple bobbed painfully as fear crawled up his spine.
