Not a single emotion on his face, just a faint smile, and eyes reflecting years of knowledge gathered from books.
Wind Night Wanderer... You, and at this hour
Yes.
My mind felt strange; I thought I should meet you. The warmth of his voice was so intense I could feel it deep in my chest.
"You took a while to open the gate. Were you sleeping
I closed my left eye and ran my right hand through my hair, messing it up.
"Yes... I had fallen asleep."
Wind Night Wanderer—I had lowered my gaze. Suddenly, I looked up, and for a split second, I was paralyzed with fear. A gulp of parched breath passed down my throat. A light sweat broke out on my forehead. I tried to ask something.
He was staring at me fixedly. Wind Night Wanderer's silence had now transformed into a sound that could be heard.
"Is your health alright
"Yes..."
Why did he feel like I was lying? "Mmm... Mmm... there is a strange smell. Like old, rotting flesh. Go inside and check."
Sweat covered my face; I wiped it with my hand. With a voice trembling in panic, I stammered, "A... a rat must have died in some corner... and..."
"I am waiting outside. Come out."
"Haa..." I exhaled and glanced up toward the room for a moment. It felt as if the person lying on the floor had come back to life.
"I'll lock the gate properly this time."
Thud... Thud... Thud... Thud... "Haa..."
Next time, I am telling myself, this house should remain like this. Creak... Click. The lock snapped shut.
We should go.
Yes.
"Let's go... but where exactly are we heading?"
Far from here... into the Valleys of Death to kill that killer.
"Keep this Logan gun carefully; it will come in handy."
In front of my eyes stood a carriage drawn by two black horses. It was a shimmering wooden carriage, made of hard, dark 'Want' wood. Wind Night Wanderer opened the carriage door with his hand.
Sit.
I stepped inside the carriage. Inside was a table made of old leather, and glowing candles were spreading their light everywhere.