Opening the door, Adam stepped through into the streets of Red Thread. The street was nestled in some obscure corner of the city.
It had some pedestrians moving by, but for the most part, it was eerily quiet.
'It's rarely this quiet. What's going on?' Adam lowered the cap further over his eyes and walked down the cobblestone road, trying not to attract any attention.
It only took him two minutes of walking before he heard some loud banging noises.
Adam looked around the streets—they were empty, and there weren't any pedestrians around either.
At that moment, from one of the buildings, a wounded man crashed out of the door and fell onto the sidewalk, gasping for air with a bleeding wound on the shoulder.
Then, another man stepped out of the building with a gun in hand, aimed it at the wounded man, and then pulled the trigger.
Bang.
A bullet pierced through the wounded man's forehead, ending his life.
