Hearing her mutter that name, their eyes snapped to her, narrowing with shock and unease. For the first time, uncertainty bled into their confident expressions as they tried to comprehend who she truly was.
The identity of the Night Merchant was shrouded in mystery and wasn't common knowledge. No one knew their faces. No one could track their movements. It wasn't something anyone could simply uncover.
And more surprising is the fact, it has been identified by this simple woman and the woman had just subdued five trained assassins in her living room.
Yet here she stood totally calm, collected, and utterly unfazed. A far cry from the fragility they expected. She had handled their attack like a seasoned warrior.
Their hearts pounded, fear and uncertainty creeping in as they watched her. Thoughts raced in their minds:
"Who is she?"
"She isn't simple."
"Mission failed."
