Taehyung grabbed a strip of fabric from the bedding, soaking it in the alcohol. As he worked, Mrs. Kim closed her eyes, focusing on the sounds outside.
Mrs. Kim
There are three of them
She said softly, her keen Omega hearing picking up on the muffled voices.
Mrs. Kim
Two are pacing near the main hall. The other one is stationed close to this door. He might be the most dangerous
Taehyung nodded, lighting the cloth with a small spark from a broken piece of metal he’d found. The flame flickered, casting an eerie glow in the dim room.
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