“This can’t continue spreading.” A woman said, her voice carrying the authority, charm and coldness of a born leader. With a slender body, grey hair and a tall feature, she looked beautiful, even at her 40s.
“We don’t know what else to do about it,” another entered. He was a man in his late 40s. Yet, he looked older and his hair shone grey amidst the little light that centred the dark room. His responsibility had been the utmost piece of his life. The only thing that could save his world, he was the one that could save his world, one of the leaders to the hunters whose duty was to keep his world clean from all supernatural beings. How he loved his job, how beautiful and peaceful it was. Not till Aziza came around and made him age a thousand years quicker than his actual age.
“What do you
