When the sky brightened and the first rays of morning sunless-light stretched across the city, Young Aether arrived at the Pawn Shop.
The moment he entered, he looked toward the old man behind the counter and asked coldly, though a trace of amusement lingered beneath his tone, as if he had accomplished something particularly satisfying.
"Did you finish the job?"
His gaze settled on the old man, who stared back with a slightly mortified expression, as though he had just seen a ghost walk through the front door.
"Gulp."
The audible swallow echoed through the quiet shop.
Young Aether noticed it immediately.
"He found out... Kill him!"
The dark voice echoed inside the young man's mind, but Young Aether merely shrugged it off.
Without showing the slightest concern, he calmly walked toward the counter and stopped in front of the old man. Removing his black hat, he placed it upon the glass surface before offering a gentle smile.
"Is everything alright?"
