Sullivan was deep in thought as he rested in the bathing pool, the hot water soothing his muscles and washing away the day's exhaustion. "I need to check who this Arthur is and why he introduced himself to my wife," he murmured to himself.
He finally emerged from the water, wrapping a towel around his waist and pulling the wooden lever to let the water drain from the pool.
After dressing in light, comfortable clothes, Sullivan made his way to the room where Dahlia was standing by the window, gazing at the evening sky. The soft glow of dusk illuminated her features, and she turned at the sound of his footsteps.
"I met a couple next door," Dahlia said with a gentle smile. "The lady told me there's a big festival happening here. It's related to the worship of the moon, and there are all sorts of events planned. I think we should go," she suggested, her eyes bright with anticipation.
