My fingers intertwined into a facsimile of a prayer. My gaze pointed to the sky as if to ask for a favor, but despite the focus I put onto the pillowy clouds my eyes were intensely drawn to a certain place.
A certain house.
Blood frayed the edges of the teleportation circle. It veiled any script that I had been able to read just days before. Small scratches on the ground indicated either a struggle or that the creature… the human had died and was dragged towards the circle.
My mind discarded the latter option. Despite my disconnect with the city there were certain things that just reached everyone's ear despite their distance.
Someone being dragged through town and into the teleportation circle. That was as public as could be.
Why? Someone might argue that the body had been dragged from the house, or maybe in the eve of the night.
