What the Hell Am I Following!?

After about ten minutes, Tom saw the two men stop in a lively little square.

A sizable crowd had gathered there, all facing a bakery that sold desserts.

"Not a bad place for a contact. Loud, crowded, all sorts of people."

"As long as they're careful, no one will notice."

Tom's lips curled. "Too bad you ran into me!"

He focused, keeping his eyes fixed on Evan and Rain.

Once the two entered the crowd, they began asking the people around them questions.

Tom quickly committed those people's faces and names to memory.

They're all suspects!

While Tom followed Evan, another pair was tracking him too.

The two hid in the shadows of a building, dressed in ordinary spring clothes.

Plain jackets, plain work pants, and felt hats on their heads.

When they saw Evan enter the crowd, both frowned.

"Why is he here instead of investigating the assignment Miskatonic University gave him?" asked the gaunt young man in charge.

His skin was deathly pale, his eyes and hair pitch-black, and half his body remained hidden in shadow. He was clearly a Nighthawk of the Moon Path.

He held a black Umbrella, an essential item for any Nighthawk operating during the day.

His companion was a Demon Hunter.

She was slender, with two swords strapped to her back.

But her swords were small, only a third the size of Hill's.

She had not activated her Demon-Hunting Form. Standing in the shadows, she studied Evan's movements.

"Who knows what he's thinking? Maybe he has some other secret reason for coming here."

"Pay close attention to everyone he talks to."

The Nighthawk nodded. "Right. He looks Reckless, but anyone who's survived this long is no pushover."

"So be careful. We have to take him down in one strike!"

The Demon Hunter calmly