The crescent moon hung up dimly lighting the area.
A man shrouded in darkness, covered from head to toe with a thick black cloak, approached a seemingly ordinary building in a quiet street.
Taking a deep look, he turned through the narrow lane behind it that was between compact houses filled with trash while flies were swarming over it.
The condition of this slum area was too unbearable. Every gulp of hair had been tainted with the rotten odour of trash piling here and there.
The night was eerily silent, broken only by the distant echoes of a passing train. Soon, the man halted in his steps and stared at the broken logo of the wine bottle.
"Meltow's Meadow...What a name." He chuckled.
Glancing around to ensure he was unseen, he walked into the wine store. His casual demeanor concealed his true intentions.
