The harbor to the north of Grimoir City presented a somber sight on that night. The wind whispered softly, carrying a chilling bite. Amidst the darkness, within a small chamber, two figures occupied the space, a mysteriously man in black and a ten-year-old boy with bloody-red eyes. The atmosphere was heavy with silence, punctuated only by the rustling of the wind and the gentle lapping of water against the docks.
Clad in threadbare attire, the boy sat before the enigmatic man, brimming with curiosity. A stack of money rested upon a bench, accompanied by a photograph that seized his attention. His face, a canvas of questions, mirrored his keen interest.
"Hmm? Who's this person in the photograph?" the boy inquired innocently.
"You need not concern yourself with such matters, kid. Remember, you are here for one purpose alone: to fulfill the task I have entrusted to you."
