Angele quickly returned to Moss Town. The place was still deadly silent. No one was on the streets and not a single movement could be detected from the buildings.
Mists blanketed the streets as the streaks of sunlight failed to burn them away. Angele walked slowly in the middle of the road, glancing at every direction.
Angele was certain that people still hadn’t woken up yet as he couldn’t hear anything. A raven landed on one of the buildings’ roof. It stood there quietly, staring at Angele with its red eyes.
The raven wasn’t cawing or anything, only standing there. Angele looked at it for a brief moment before he walked toward the hotel.
*Creak*
Right after Angele opened the door, he lowered his footsteps and furrowed his brows.
Beside the building, three carriages were still parked there, and the horses were still sleeping. Coachman Tom had his back laid on one of the carriages, snoring.
