The pitch-black night conceals many sins.
The nights in Wolf City, though now adorned with dazzling lights, were still mostly shrouded in darkness, unlike Dragon City or Brunas.
An old-fashioned horse carriage slowly traversed the relatively clean streets, its gas lamp casting a drowsy glow.
This type of carriage was gradually being phased out, but before its disappearance, it remained the world's most important means of transport.
Two fine horses drew the carriage through the dimly lit streets and came to a halt in front of an alleyway.
A skinny man jumped down from the carriage, twisted his neck, then squinted as he surveyed his surroundings.
The night here was not lively—in fact, compared with other cities, there was nothing different about it; it was just as gloomy.
The nearest street lamp was several dozen meters away, its feeble light unable to reach the mouth of the alley.
