Lorne walked alone on his way back to the inn.
No one was following him-every so often, he warily glanced out of the corner of his eye at the empty street behind him.
After walking for a while, he took a one-penny coin from his pocket and gently tossed it into the air.
The coin spun through the air before landing firmly in his palm, heads up.
A strand of crimson moonlight shone through a gap in the clouds and fell across his face, leaving him inexplicably irritated.
Instinctively, he raised the Phantom in his hand and aimed its dark muzzle at that patch of crimson in the sky.
Click.
His index finger rested lightly against the cold trigger. After pausing for a few seconds, he finally lowered the gun.
The red moon... really couldn't compare to a bright moon.
"Sigh..." He let out a heavy sigh. "I thought I'd have to throw back my head and howl at the sky again tonight. If another thunderstorm broke out in a bustling city like this..."
"I suppose it's a blessing amid misfortune."
Inside an unremarkable inn in Backlund.
Lorne had just pushed open the door to his room when an ethereal voice sounded behind him.
"Your belongings."
The lady Bodyguard's figure slowly materialized behind him like a ghost.
Lorne turned around and saw the lady Bodyguard, dressed in a court gown, holding the dagger he had lost during the earlier chaotic battle.
"Thank you."
"Where did this blade come from?" Sharron asked expressionlessly.
"I bought it," Lorne replied succinctly.
"Use it carefully," Sharron said. "This blade is very dangerous."
"All right. Thanks for the warning."
"Um..." Lorne hesitated slightly, but still took the initiative to ask, "Are you... all right today?"
"I suffered some minor injuries," Sharron replied.
Minor injuries...
"Could