Alex pursed his lips as he scrutinized the carriage.
Albeit wary, he found himself unable to resist the urge to enter.
Just like the encounter with the thieving tramp, Alex quickly surmised a possibility.
'This must be the original route this memory takes. Trying to go against it might lead to unnecessary problems.'
With that understanding, he decided to play along.
He stepped into the carriage and watched as the door closed without anyone touching it.
Then, it jerked forward as it began to move.
"Hello, Mr. Regulus." The raspy voice was heard again.
Alex glanced toward the origin to find a man… or was it a woman?
He could hardly tell due to the feminine appearance of the man before him.
Wearing a male suit, the man had a rather slender physique with a beautiful face and a head of black hair that bent in one direction, cascading down his right shoulder.
His voice suggested him to be middle-aged but his appearance made him look like one in their twenties.
