C24 A Solemn Vow

From the hallway of Donatello’s estate, you could hear a pair of heavy footfalls echoing toward them. The door creaked open, and two of Donatello’s guards dragged Maria inside. Her dress was torn, and blood stained the fabric along her arm. Her facial features were marred by a bruise forming across her cheek.

Maria, the madam who had handled their shipments, now stood before them