After about ten seconds, a wooden panel on the door was pulled aside, and a pair of wary eyes peered through the small window at the three people outside, their gaze appraising.
A moment later, the person behind the door seemed to recognize Kaspars. He shut the panel and then opened the door a crack.
"You bastard, tell me in advance next time you bring people here. No, there won't be a next time!"
A voice filled with anger came from behind the door.
Kaspars curled his lips and motioned with his eyes for the two attendees he had brought to hurry inside.
Steadying the cardboard mask on her face, Angel squeezed through the gap in the door and entered the room, with the black-haired man following close behind.
A tall male wearing an iron mask stood behind the door. He handed them two crude hooded robes and said:
"Put these on and follow me."
Angel followed the instructions and draped the robe over herself, pulling up the hood so that only her mask and a lock of black hair disguised by the Madness Ring were exposed. She followed the Iron Mask through the corridor and the pitch-black living room, arriving at a living room.
More than a dozen people were already inside, scattered across sofas and chairs. All wore hooded robes and iron masks. They surrounded a tea table with a small candle burning atop it, lending a trace of color to the dark sitting room.
Seeing new members enter, several people near the door turned their faces toward the entrance.
Only then did Angel realize something was wrong. Everyone else wore iron masks, while she alone had a homemade little dog mask on her face, immediately drawing a great many curious looks.
Was it still too late to