"Over there!" Sam pointed towards what seemed a random direction. Even though no one but him was able to see in the dark, they trusted him and followed as stealthily as they could. The perils of the lost city were no joke even during daytime, but at night all sorts of cryptids crowded the streets and even veteran hunters were reluctant on performing night incursions.
By the time the group reached the location Sam had pointed out, it was already too late. There was what seemed to be a body on the floor and a person laying on top of it as if mourning the passing of a close friend.
Uriel directed the light of his lantern towards the person and tried to communicate with him, but the man ignored his attempt and kept bobbing up and down like he was sobbing.
"Are you ok? Are you hurt somewhere?" Medusa asked, but she also didn't receive an answer.
