The sharp screams woke Starbeck, who had just went to sleep.
Starbeck pushed himself up from the bed and saw Kieran on the chair, putting his book down.
"Follow me," said Kieran.
After realizing the unusual behaviors of the spirits in this world, the vigilant Kieran ought to try his best to keep Starbeck within his sight to ensure his safety.
Kieran wasn't sure whether or not the spirits with intellect here retained their universal weakness like the other worlds, such as fear of sunlight.
Starbeck put on his coat and followed Kieran downstairs.
After Kieran opened the restaurant door, he could see a group of people gathered under the streetlamp further away.
The streetlamp was off because it was morning, but a rather big and buff man was hung on top by the neck, his face purplish and his tongue sticking out, waving together with the morning breeze.
"John Dickson!"
