The time has passed six o'clock, and night has already fallen.
The entire town seemed to be covered by a black curtain, presenting a unique atmosphere of mysterious tranquility.
Near the harbor, within a fisherman's village.
Pan Wendi glanced down at the paper in his hand from time to time, then looked up to check the street numbers.
The houses here were of an older style, with walls and roads constructed from a mixture of cement and cobblestones.
Not only were the alleys complex and intertwined, but the lighting was also dim, barely any pedestrians could be seen.
Looking at the tightly closed doors of the houses around, Pan Wendi couldn't help but frown and muttered to himself:
"My cousin said, that mysterious organization should be hidden around here, but I've been searching for so long and haven't found anything..."
As night completely took over, he couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency.
