Lilah said, her voice dripping with sarcasm and a hint of playful menace as her fingers danced across a dagger's hilt. The moon's silvery light cast an eerie sheen on the blade, its sharp edge glinting with a deadly precision.

The atmosphere was tense with eerie silence.

Well, Lilah had been polite. Now, she would make them talk whether they wanted to or not. She turned to Xavier and ordered, “Go get me a box of toothpicks."

Xavier was baffled by the order, but he knew better than to question Lilah. With a sharp nod, he turned on his heel and went to get the box of toothpicks. Soon, he returned and gave the box to Lilah.

Lilah's fingers deftly spun a toothpick, her eyes locked on the leader of the group of intruders. “Final opportunity to speak up. If you don't, this will hurt."

The leader's gaze met Lilah's, his eyes flashing with contempt.

During their training, he and his men had been to hell and back and waged war in the fiercest of battles. Pain was nothing to them. His expression dared her to try and break him.

“You're unfit to lead, you wretch. Just drop dead!" the leader growled. Instead of cowering in the face of pain he knew was coming, he decided to provoke Lilah.

Lilah's eyebrows arched ever so slightly, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. She loved putting stubborn fools like this in their place.

"Good." Lilah's wrist flicked with a graceful, almost imperceptible motion, and a toothpick suddenly sprang from her fingers, flying with unerring accuracy to bury itself in the man's arm, its pointed tip sinking deep into his flesh with a faint, sickening thud.

The man howled, his body vibrating with pain.

He gnashed his teeth furiously, refusing to cave in to Lilah.

“Wench, you could kill me with these damn toothpicks, and I still wouldn't talk!" he declared through gritted teeth, his defiant gaze fixed on Lilah.

Without a word, Lilah's wrist flicked again, and another toothpick shot out, finding its target on another part of the man's body. The man screeched, leapt up in pain and rolled on the ground.

"Talk now, or I'll aim for a spot you'll really miss," Lilah said, her voice soft but laced with menace.

Tears welled in the man's eyes as he stared at Lilah's implacable expression. Realizing that she would do exactly what she threatened, he finally wavered.

“I'U talk..." Another man in black crawled forward, slight shudders wracking his form. In a quivering voice, he stated, “It's Arya. We're all assassins trained and financed by her to serve her exclusively."

The pieces of the puzzle were starting to come together.

But even at that, Lilah was a bit surprised. She never expected Arya, who was still in captivity, to be able to wield such influence.

Not so long ago, Arya had forced Gerard to let her go in exchange for the antidote. Gerard had agreed but later ambushed Arya while she was on escaping. They captured her and imprisoned her in the Fearless League's dungeon.

"We'll visit the dungeon tomorrow," Lilah decided.

The dungeon was situated beneath the Fearless League's headquarters.

It was originally constructed by the previous leader to detain members who had committed serious crimes.

Arya was confined in the first cell.