The sound of a muffled thunderclap erupted as rain began to fall from the sky.
The passersby on the streets began to walk more quickly, and most of them ducked into nearby shops to temporarily avoid the rain, thereby bringing a valuable influx of customers to the shops that were still open this late in the night.
Outside Mamy Restaurant, atop a large tree in the square, Bertley was entirely clad in black as he stood on a branch, completely stationary. He allowed the rainwater to wash over his body as he continued to stare intently at Mamy Restaurant.
The location he was situated was a blind spot, so he had no idea what was going on within the restaurant.
After a brief hesitation, he slowly slid down the tree and crouched low as he traveled through the bushes. Thankfully, the pitter-patter of the raindrops obscured the faint sounds of his movement.
