"Bedell, I need to visit somewhere first, can we?" asked Allen, stopping Bedell's carriage.
"Yes, that's fine. We're supposed to leave in four hours with the merchants anyway. Is there anyone you want to meet?"
"Not anyone; I just want to visit this place one last time."
"Okay, where is it?"
"Barkaley Dungeon."
It had been three years, or maybe almost four years, since he had last been to the dungeon. During these three years, Allen could only stare at the outside of the dungeon without having the courage to go inside.
"Do you have the license?"
"I have," Allen said, showing his copper plate to Bedell.
As they finally arrived at the entrance, Allen's hands began to tremble uncontrollably. Memories flooded back, reminding him of the countless lives he had taken within inside that room. Instantaneously, the haunting sensation he once experienced resurfaced within his very being.
