Four Nights Ago.
Arriving in the middle of the night, Christopher looked up into the dreary skies, facing the moon. He walked half-naked through the town on his bare two feet. He rubbed his arms, feeling the chilling air around him, his trousers still soaked from the water.
He nearly escaped another attack from his enemies, sworn to take him alive. Fortunately, he remembered the way to this town.
Many years had passed since he last came here; to the town of Trinity Bay. Yet, despite him growing up in the place of his birth, nothing relevant had changed on the island except for structures that now scattered the place.
"Master, there you are. I came as soon as I was told you might have crossed," called Martin. He had walked around the dark and empty town in search of Christopher. "Why did you not use the other entrance from inside the house?"
