"Who is it!"
Julius Reed turned around.
He looked towards the corner of the Gray Wolf Pavilion, where a shadow was hidden in the darkness.
"It's me."
The figure stepped out of the shadows, removed the hood from their head, revealing an aged face.
"Graham Will?"
Julius Reed focused his gaze, realizing the old man was indeed the Vein Holder of Graham Will.
They had, after all, come to Boulevard together.
"Why do you appear at midnight?"
While talking on the phone with Grace River earlier, he was so focused that he hadn't noticed Graham Will's arrival.
The air.
Was filled with a pungent smell of blood.
"I have a message to deliver," Graham Will said with a cheerful laugh.
The old man had a genial personality, embodying the demeanor of a sage living outside the mortal realm.
"The snow..."
Julius Reed extended his hand, letting a snowflake land in his palm.
The snowflake melted, turning into a drop of blood.
