A familiar feeling washed over me.
It embraced my body, giving rise to a familiar feeling.
The world around me changed, and I suddenly felt detached from reality.
'Where am I...?'
I looked around me. I appeared to be inside a small office. Resting on the desk was a familiar figure.
'Karl.'
The Post-Leader of the Black Hound Guild.
He was much younger than when I met him.
Scratch~ Scratch~
He was currently filling out papers.
"...."
In the silence that took over the small space, the only sound that could be heard was the scribbling sound of his pen as it traced over the dozen of papers resting by his deskside.
Such action continued until it was exactly 5 p.m.
That was when he stopped.
"...."
Turning to look at the clock, he went on to grab the leather coat resting on the chair before leaving.
Clank—
The scene shifted.
