twiststheblade

Miho passes through, and steps to the side, not quite flattening herself against the wall. The garden seems ominously empty, but she knows it isn't. She also knows when the men watching that section of the grounds go past. She did have a window after all.

She waits for Goldy to make it through the hole before leading the way across the gardens, soft boots carefully noiseless on the gravel.