The full moon was stained red.
Lyle checked the contents of his pouch again like a student preparing to submit his homework. He put on his mask, black coat, leather gloves, and the new black top hat that signified his position as a sheriff. The hat was a symbol of status and had given rise to many hat-related ceremonies. Lyle was eager to inform Mr. Dragon and the members of the Cup of Luxury about his gains.
He was also sure that he would receive encouragement and praise. He patted his chest to make sure it was as firm as a soldier's. Lyle pressed the Andrey badge.
The familiar sensation of being pulled emerged, but soon after, another force, like a thief, suddenly yanked Lyle away.
Lyle lay on the floor of an unfamiliar place, looking up at the strange crystal chandeliers.
"Welcome back, newcomer. Here's a document that needs your signature," said Mr. Raymond, clad in his impressive dark golden armor, holding the application for membership in his hand.
