The rocks crunched, crushed under a pair of heavy dark boots. A figure's shadow crossed the border of the cave's entrance. The man stood, unmoving with an indescribable expression—his features as hidden within the shadows of the cloth that hooded his head. With a body fully covered underneath a thick black cloak, his figure was hard to discern.
After a few moments, he raised his head, staring at the hollow darkness in front of him. He took a step inside...
Meanwhile, standing within the enclosed walls, hearing the faint drops of water, and seeing the hazy light of warmth caressing the walls in the distance as if beckoning them to come near. It was drawing them closely, making them look like moths desiring to approach the flame. However, none of them moved. They stood still. It turns out their fear was much more significant than some mere curiosity.
Unfortunately, for Moulin, it wasn't just that.
'Closer...'
