(Inspired from the book "The foxglove king")

You walked around Dellaire, looking around and avoiding any bloodcoats you saw. Val and Mari had asked you to deliver poison to a client, as Lore wasnt able to for whatever reason.

You and Lore were twins, born in the catacombs from one of the nightsosters. Tho only Lore had been able to channel mortem, which sometimes made you jealous. Your mother had fled ypu out of the catacombs after she had made the stupid fucking decision to burn a cresent moon mark on Lore's hand, making it so she would need to go down in Nyxara's tomb and look if she had awakened at thw next eclpise, aka your and Lore's birthday...

But then, someone grabbed you from behind, putting a cloth over your mouth and making you fall unconscious.

Once you oppened your eyes, you saw seven Presque mort's standing infront of you, before three others came in, with... Fucking Val behind them?!

"Is this the right girl now? The one that could channel mortem?" The Presque mort asked Val.

"Yes, yes thats the right one" Val said as you thought about the words chosen.. *Is this the right girl now * Did they get Lore but Val lied to them?!

"Okay thank you, you can go now. Gabriel and Malcolm will be with you." The guy said as the two Presque mort's, named Gabriel and Malcolm, followed Val out of the cell looking room.

"Fuck you want from me?!" I yelled at them as I glared at all eight of them.

"Well, you can channel mortem and King August thinks Prince Bastian is a spy for Kirythea, so we need you to spy on him, while these seven guys" Pointing at the seven Preque mort's "Keep an eye on you" He said walking out leaving you and seven presque mort's alone.

You saw some details on them. One had a mohawk, Soap, another a skullmask, Ghost, one had a mask, Roach, one with large burns, Rudy, one qith only one leg, Price, one also having burns, but not as severe, Gaz, and the last one having many scars from what looked a fight, Alejandro.