Dammit! Lumian couldn't help but curse inwardly when he saw Monette.
A mix of anger and fear washed over him, a reaction to the stress of the situation.
Why is it him again?
Why did he appear underground in front of me at such a critical moment?
What is he up to?
Why is he like the bedbugs at Auberge du Coq Doré, the cockroaches in the trash, and the rats in Underground Trier, ubiquitous and unavoidable?
"Who are you?" Hela asked coldly.
Her deadpan demeanor swiftly soothed Lumian's emotions. His mind raced as he analyzed the intentions of the Islander swindler, Monette, and the Salle de Bal Unique dance hall backing him.
Monette, with a sly smile, pinched the monocle in his right eye socket and replied, "Like you guys, a tomb adventurer."
