The sounds of footsteps were heard as a lone young man was taking a stroll inside the small town. The breeze of wind was for his alone to breathe as he saw no nightlife. Only the noise of his own footsteps accompanied him and the crescent moon that provided his sight.
All of the buildings were closed, even the tavern that was supposed to open had its lights off. The young man looked left but saw nothing was opened. He let out a sigh before he smiled and said, "It seems like you are here for me?"
A man with tall stature was standing quite a few steps away from Lyon. He had his arms crossed as his face was basked by the moonlight revealing his wicked smile and a burnt scar on his left temple.
"I like it when the job is this easy," said the man before he opened his arms.
"Job? What job?" said Lyon as he raised his eyebrows.
