The drizzle descended like a prelude to a storm.
The locals loved the rain; they stepped out of their dim, cramped dwellings to wander around the rain-cloaked Insmouth Town, gathering in twos and threes to pray or chant as if hosting a celebration.
This made Lu Li, dressed in a black coat and covering his body with a hat and scarf, appear even stranger.
Although Lu Li was no longer met with hostility by the locals, they still glanced at him with attention and curiosity.
Facing eyes that were utterly different from when he arrived, Lu Li approached a coast no outsider dared to tread.
The stone-paved road divided the residential area from the port.
There were few residents here, and apart from the workers at the processing plant, most townsfolk avoided the bay, their reverence keeping them at a distance.
