"Yes, doing things like this would make it so much easier," Black Eleven said.
The clothes shop had a moderately-sized backyard. After they crossed through the door, Black Eleven stopped and turned to the stable to the right. A burly man was already waiting there. Three horses were in the stable. under the railing was a black hole.
"Sir, you’re here." Two men in black were already standing in the basement.
"Is it inside?" Black Eleven asked.
"Yes, sir."
Anfey walked over, and the two men bowed in unison. "My lord," they said.
"When did I become your lord?" Anfey asked, amused.
"Anfey, now is not the time for jokes," Black Eleven said. He walked into the basement. It was a poorly furnished room with only a bed and a table. Two candles were on the table, lighting the room dimly. There was a man on the bed. He was breathing heavily.
