My brother yanked me along, running, after instructing me to remain silent.
For the first time, we were running on the streets, a desire I had always harbored. It was our initial venture onto the streets, mingling with others.
The scene was picturesque: people smiling, children playing, and the entire town brimming with life. Yet, why did I sense unease amidst these people?
A robust woman glanced at us as we ran, then swiftly turned away as if she hadn't noticed us.
I eventually realized something: since our arrival, no one had genuinely looked at our faces or engaged us in proper conversation. Were they intentionally avoiding us?
Did these people know we were Graham's children, the ones who murdered the Count? If so, why hadn't anyone taken action? Why?
Suddenly, we halted. I finally saw the town's true face. People were living on the streets. Judging from the crowd, nearly a third of the town's population was here.
