Elise and Ian strode over the path. Regardless of the thick mists around them, they arrived to the only house that was built in the abandoned town. The fence on the sides of the path made it seem as though they had been welcomed and only the mists covering the house had begin to retire from the sight while they were kept blinded from their surrounding.
It was strange, Elise thought. It was Ian's and her first time to pay a visit to Ernest's hidden base and yet their feet had taken them as if it had its own memory and knowledge on where to go.
"Feels like a mouse following the bread crumbs until its trapped in a cage," Ian remarked, "He seem to believe he would win again."
Elise held Ian's hands tighter, "Stop me if I ever tried to kill you again." The last thing she wanted was to kill Ian by her own hands again. "Promise me."
