"So..." I said, my tone suddenly serious, "how are we going to infiltrate this slave trade Billie mentioned and save her brother, Nox?"
The room stilled.
Hina's usual teasing demeanor faded, replaced by something heavier—something almost suffocating. Her fingers curled into fists on her lap as if trying to grasp onto some invisible thread of control.
Across from her, Hina and Serina exchanged glances but remained silent, waiting for her response.
I leaned forward. "Billie, we need details. Anything that can help."
She exhaled shakily. "It's underground..." she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. Then, as if forcing herself to keep going, she straightened up. "The entrance is through a club at the shore. It looks normal, just another loud, flashy place filled with drunk idiots. But if you go past the main floor, there's a restricted section. Only selected people are taken downstairs."
Serina frowned. "Downstairs?"
