After hours of touring the Moon City, Isaac returned to his temporary residence. As he pulled out the pocket watch, and snapped it open, the time showed several hours past midnight.
Click... after closing it, Isaac sat on his bed, and took off the shoes, and camouflage outfit.
Then, he moved over to the windows, and drew the curtains, hiding the window, and bright lights. After the darkness engulfed the room, he took a gas lamp from his inventory, and placed it on top of the drawer, located at the foot of the bed.
As he pressed the switch, the gentle light danced across the walls.
After finally being able to relax, Isaac leaned against the wall, and thought about the protestors. If he said that they didn't bother him, he would be lying. It was never nice to be hated, but on the other hand, he didn't really take it to heart.
