The night was as dark as ink. The moon was present in the sky but was hidden under the dense clouds not letting it peak on earth.
Two men were walking down the small alley without making any noises. As they walked down more the house started to disappear from sight. This was in the far corner of the small village located near the south border of the Northern empire. There weren't many people living in the village because it was very far from actual popularization.
It wasn't very late at night but it seems people have gone to bed very early.
The area was a slum and attacks were common in the past, but after many strict laws by King, the situation was better.
"It's there, the last one on the left side." One of them said. The other one who was wearing a long black hoodie scanned the areas with his dark red eyes.
"The fly must be in a hurry to fly away." Don removed his hoodie from his head and ran his fingers through his black hair, smoothing them out.
