Moselle, seated in the chair, pulled out the pocket watch from his pocket for the third time tonight.
Ten o'clock sharp.
After shifting his gaze from the watch face, Moselle looked around once more.
At this moment, he was in a rather cramped room, with an old-fashioned, somewhat dilapidated long table set before him, and another chair placed at the opposite end of the table.
As a venue for negotiations, this place seemed too rudimentary and inevitably gave off a sensation of insincerity.
Yet, if one considered it as a site for murder and disposing of the corpse, it appeared exceptionally fitting.
The moon shrouded in darkness, a night with a biting wind, and scarce human presence.
Every aspect felt exceedingly eerie.
And indeed, Moselle had chosen this location for the purpose of murder.
The top floor of the Samuel Bell Tower.
Just then, a soft knock on the door suddenly could be heard from outside.
"Please come in."
Moselle felt a smile brewing within him.
