Silas stood on top of a luxurious car that had been parked in front of the club.
His little form as that of a child seemed very lonely at this time of the night.
Under the moonlight, he had his arm behind his back and his small shoulders were relaxed.
The edges of his white cloak fluttered in the cool evening wind, giving him a melancholic aura.
Just from looking at him, one would feel as if they were staring at the loneliest person in the entire universe.
*Sigh!*
Silas took a deep breath in, and a deep breath out.
Today, he experienced something for the first time, something he had never gotten the chance to experience.
He turned his head to the side slightly, and his peripheral vision captured the burning building behind him.
On the floor, broken into two pieces was the signboard of the club with the word, [Holy S…] separated from its other half, [...in Club].
