Lucien walked out of the Players Association with a blank expression. He followed the location pointed out on his terminal.
When he arrived, he found out it had led him to a church.
A very old, run down church.
Lucien: "....."
Who just said this instance has nothing to do with weddings?
If it was an ordinary run down church in broad daylight, Lucien would not have been having these thoughts. But he saw the dried, old roses that had already withered inside their bouquets. It was placed on top of waist-high pillars.
Not to mention the blackened, damp carpet on the staircase. There was also an archway right before the entrance of the church. Lucien hesitated.
[Dear host, aren't you going inside?]
