Ding!
The gold coin quietly flipped up, tumbled down, and firmly lay in the palm of Klein's hand.
Lowering his head to glance if it was heads or tails, Klein spun his heel and smoothly turned into a quiet, dark alley.
The wind by the sea was cold and strong, and it caused a convection in the area, propelling his coat up without him realizing it and causing his half top hat to almost fall off.
Suddenly, Klein stopped, turned around, and said in a deep voice, "Come out."
His eyes were sharp as he stared at the shadow around the corner.
After four or five seconds of silence, a figure emerged from the shadows. He chuckled and said, "Very sharp."
It was a man in a black cloak, approximately thirty years of age, and his eyebrows were charred yellow while his dark blue eyes were bright. His face wasn't too chiseled, as though he was from the area south of Intis, Lenburg, and Segar.
