Late at night.
After a long day of work, William closed up the bar. Once he had finished tidying, he dragged his weary body out the front door and headed back to where he slept.
"I'm exhausted to death..."
"Maybe I should ask the boss to let me sleep at the bar. Then I could give up my rental and save on lodging..."
"Pah, pah... I'm practically dying, and I'm still thinking about that? The boss said... he'd keep an eye on me. He will, right?"
By then, William had already entered an alley.
If his divination skills had been strong enough, he would have realized that this alley looked very much like the setting Aaron had seen in his divination...
Whooo...
The cold wind howled bleakly.
William, still walking, instinctively pulled his clothes tighter around himself.
Just then, he heard some unusual sound in the darkness!
William reached for the dagger concealed at his waist.
Pfft!
The next instant, he felt a chill gust sweep past him, followed by a heavy blow to his lower back and searing pain as flesh tore apart.
Even more terrifyingly, his vitality seemed to be draining away through that wound.
Clang!
The dagger fell from William's hand as he collapsed into a pool of blood.
A gentleman in a white suit, as though on his way to a banquet, suddenly stood beside him. It was Quentin!
At that moment, he greedily licked the blood from his weapon. "So this is the bloodline of Sothos? Such a mysterious, unique texture and flavor... utterly marvelous."
Quentin looked at William and revealed a mocking smile. "Your behavior these past few days has puzzled me. You neither tried to run nor tried to seek help... I even suspected there was a trap around you, but now I've