"Why do I feel like this patch is spreading?" Agent frowned at his arm. He did not think it was an illusion. When he had first been cursed, the black patch had only been about the size of a fist, but now it had spread across his entire upper arm. The cursed area did not hurt, but the muscles seemed impossible to use, making it difficult for him to lift his whole left arm.
Pursuer examined the wound on his abdomen as well. His injury did not seem to involve any mystical force; he had simply been stabbed. Fortunately, none of his organs had been hit, but the cut was still two or three centimeters deep and urgently needed stitching.
He turned to look out the window. The night had grown very late, and the entire town was eerily quiet. They seemed to have no nightlife at all. Pursuer then glanced at the clock in the house. It was exactly 9:43.
"Going out to explore at night isn't a good idea," he said. "There must be something extremely dangerous in this town. We should wait until tomorrow."
Agent disagreed. "Although we already know that acting against our Character Design may lead to all sorts of accidents, we should be fine just walking around as long as we don't cross the line. At the very least, we need to find some needles and thread to stitch up your wound."
As he spoke, Agent walked to the door and listened for movement outside. It was still utterly silent, without even the sound of wind. A faint glow seeped through the crack beneath the door, seemingly from the candle still burning in the living room.
"Aunt Kane's clothes have been mended with needle and thread. There must be some in this house. Going