Midnight.
In a warehouse, somewhere far from the cemetery, an interrogation was held to the only surviving attacker. The templar knight, Evans, and the A-ranker, Tareth, tied up the knight scumbag.
Earlier, the ranger and the templar went ahead to interrogate the attacker that they kept hostage. Asfi and I arrived in that secluded warehouse about an hour later. She accompanied me as I took some time to take a breather to straighten my mind.
Now, we both just reached the abandoned building. No torch was lit. Dusts were everywhere. Though, for this night, one room was enlightened with a sphere lamp. From there, my ears perceived voices of their interrogation.
The knight got beat up. His swollen face told everything. One of his legs was bandaged, wounded from my bullets. It wasn't perfect, though. Blood still seeped out of the bandage. Even in that state, he still retained a smug expression, as if he had won.
