Adam left Ichigane Town under the pale glow of the twin moons.
The streets were empty, lamps burning low, their lights flickering against the wet stone. A cold wind blew through the narrow alleys, carrying the smell of sake and smoke from the closed taverns.
His leather boots echoed against the ground as he walked by shuttered shops and silent doorways. From time to time, crazed fits of laughter would spill out from him uncontrollably, making the already eerie night even more ominous.
Somewhere behind him in the distance, a floorboard creaked. From an upstairs window, a curtain abruptly shifted. At the edge of the street, two men leaned against a post, pretending not to look.
Adam's lips curled into a wide, excited grin. He didn't turn around. He continued to walk. Of course, he had already sensed countless people with unkind intentions. The air felt heavy and suffocating, carrying a quiet tension.
