I tightened my hold on the blanket I wrapped around myself while I stared at the cup of hot chocolate I abandoned on the table. The old-fashioned TV was on, broadcasting the news of Emerald Bay Hotel's bombing. As expected, the police had linked the incident to the rebels. I wasn't aware until now that they had made it a signature to use nitroglycerin. From the corner of my eye, I could tell that Rogue was staring at the screen with pride written all over his face.
The thought of me having caused such a great number of deaths terrified me. It didn't matter even if none of the casualties were humans, I simply believed that my hands are legitimately soiled at this point. My body shivered.
A few minutes later, I heard another car pull up at the courtyard. It was probably the third van that
