Sienna, who was holding onto Orson's arm, was completely confused by what was happening, her curiosity piqued as she studied Blank in front of them. She knew Blank's title as the "King of Assassins," but there was an unspoken tension between the two that felt different.
"How much longer?" Blank asked urgently, clearly uncomfortable with leaving her fate entirely in someone else's hands.
Orson lightly shook his head and replied, "If I knew the exact timing, it wouldn't necessarily be a good thing for you. If you continue with this anxiety and obsession, you'll see the outcome."
"Orson, can you stop being so cryptic?" Blank frowned, her patience wearing thin.
Sienna, noticing Orson's reluctance to elaborate, took a step forward with a smile and extended her hand. "I'm Sienna. Blank, you're even more beautiful than in the game."
