Their legs carried them nowhere.
Running was the only thing they could do.
At last, they stopped.
They had reached a distant, shadowy corner—one of the narrow alleys thick with the smell of blood.
They froze when their eyes caught sight of something that looked like a corpse.
But then ...
it moved.
A faint movement.
Which meant…
the figure was still alive.
As they approached carefully, they saw that it was a man.
His appearance was grotesque.
He wore ragged, torn clothing.
A filthy old hat hid most of his face, while a worn scarf was wrapped tightly around his neck.
"Excuse me… are you alright?" Virtz asked cautiously, drawing his sword as he stepped closer.
The man didn't respond.
Not even a twitch.
That made Virtz move a little closer.
"Don't go near him," Alexa whispered urgently, grabbing his arm.
"I have a bad feeling about him…"
Virtz nodded.
"I know."
"But he might be our only clue in this place."
