The carriage transporting Evan rumbled through the streets toward the restricted area known as Bideford Arsenal.
Being the off-limit area as it is, he was blindfolded to keep him clueless about the activities inside.
Nevertheless, his sense of hearing still captured the cacophony of noises such as the sounds of conversations, clanging machinery, and the various noises typical of industrial areas he often hears on a daily basis.
Yet, if there were one notable difference, it would be the occasional explosions and gunshots that punctuated the air, constantly startling him.
The carriage eventually came to a halt, and Evan could hear the sounds of the door being opened.
Shortly after, he was unceremoniously dragged out.
As his feet touched the solid and hard surface of the ground, someone pushed him in a certain direction, urging him to walk.
Evan didn't know about the specific detail but he was certain that he had entered a room.
