Maybe Riley should just stop coming here.
Every time he did, something weird happened. Misfortune had apparently bookmarked this place for him, and each visit felt like another entry into his tragic memoir.
Today was no exception.
It was the unlikeliest area, honestly. Riley stared, confused, at the sight in front of him.
Merfolk.
Again.
And not just one. Five.
Which didn't make any sense.
Sure, other races passed through human settlements now and then. But merfolk? Out here? In a dry, sunbaked town miles away from any natural body of water?
That wasn't just odd. That was downright suspicious.
Most merfolk wouldn't come this far inland unless absolutely necessary. Unless they were here for something. Or someone.
Also, legitimate visitors didn't skulk around in the shadows using glamours.
Not at the back alley near a dingy parking lot.
And definitely not during a meeting that they believe other humans cannot participate in.
