[Anton's P.O.V]
I didn't waste much time and was about to forcefully kick the door open; today, I had to enter this room. After all, there would be no one coming out during the daytime in the village. While yesterday, I could see a couple of innkeepers sitting around, as we walked through the village just now, every household had tightly closed its doors and windows. It was quite strange.
The middle-aged man guarding this opera house was neither human nor anything to worry about. Perhaps his warning from last night only applied to that specific time frame he mentioned.
However, this door was securely locked. I used a lot of force, but it wouldn't budge. It was only when Kirk gave it a few more kicks that the crisp sound of the lock chain hitting the ground came from inside.
The door opened, and I looked at the broken iron lock on the ground. I stepped inside.
