Except for the dim light emanating from the sky, there was no other source of illumination.
Shrouded in an eerie gloom, the mysterious unknown lurked within the ancient town, peering at everyone from the shadows.
Unbeknownst to them, the atmosphere grew tense, tinted with shades of fear.
"Isn't this some horror story you've concocted?" Red Falcon questioned skeptically, considering the notorious penchant of this great detective, it wasn't impossible.
Lorenzo merely shook his head, his gaze scornful.
"Red Falcon, what do you think fear is? Or rather, what is the definition of fear?"
"Afraid… scared?"
Red Falcon was at a loss. He tried to define fear but found it incredibly difficult to rationally describe this common term.
"Yes, it's a sort of 'neglect' by humans, just like how people enjoy the convenience of steam engines without pondering how they function. People have grown accustomed to the existence of fear without considering its origins."
