"I never thought we would both be in the dungeons together."
I turned to my left to see someone in the cell next to mine. Leaning on the iron rails of the jail cell was a young man with gold eyes. His eyes were the only thing visible in that dark place. I wondered how it still gleamed in a place without any light. And then there it is, his voice that seemed to have been dipped in honey.
I recognized the voice even before I saw his face. His voice isn't something that I could forget. One doesn't forget the voice of a killer, especially a killer who killed your target.
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From the Dungeons
FantasyShe was once the princess of a dark assassin guild, but now her guild is in ruins and her family is in ashes. He was the beloved Crown Prince of his country, born with strength and intelligence. But he is thrown out of his very own kingdom and his b...
