The streets were silent in the dead of night, with only a few people nearby being startled by the noise from the inn and running out, but none made much of a fuss.
Those living in this area were generally not of simple identities.
This simplicity referred to an uncontroversial past.
Cejin Boulevard was a motley mix, while Mill Lane was even more chaotic. The sewers washed away filth and bloodstains, the exquisitely crafted lamps along the roads were rust-stained, and the candlelight was dim.
An indistinct scream emanated from an alleyway, as a rat scurried out of a drain and dashed swiftly across the room.
Dark and disordered, the daylight's brightness was completely covered by the night's blackness.
The two tread across the somewhat damp ground, weaving through alleys, running towards a road that seemed to have no end.
The girl was somewhat bewildered.
She had followed the person in front without thinking, and suddenly realized—why was she running with him?
