Barret Addington's chariot entered the boundaries of the northern town named Kinsville. The moment he entered the land of Kinsville, he could smell a strange power in the air.
By the looks, this town was no exception to the other prominent towns in the region, but the only difference was not everyone was pleased to visit this town.
Even it was Barret's third trip to the town in all his years of life. Curiously, he glanced out of his carriage's window. The streets of Kinsville had not many people wandering. And those who wandered were not humans.
People glanced secretively at the moving carriage. Kids stopped playing, watching the man peeking out the brown carriage with blank faces.
The population of the town was lesser as compared to the other large towns, and it was not a surprising fact for Barret.
Whenever he saw a person with fear in their eyes, he recognised them as humans.
