[Zohra doesn't say any more, instead again silently approaching their destination: a room with mostly closed doors, leaving only a crack to peer through. By this point, all signs of his presence have been erased, as if there's one thing he's good at as an assassin, it's concealing himself.
Looking through the crack, the expected scene is visible—a group of men, dressed in the same uniform as Zohra and all a fair bit older than him and Morgan, with their disgusting laughter as they stand over terrified women, stripped of their clothing.
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Looking through the crack, the expected scene is visible—a group of men, dressed in the same uniform as Zohra and all a fair bit older than him and Morgan, with their disgusting laughter as they stand over terrified women, stripped of their clothing.
Typical Hidden Elite behaviour, really.]