Even though I had no idea which way to turn, I hung a left and started walking. Moving clockwise, the previously smooth road became bumpy, rocky, and only hospitable enough to barely walk on.
The moment we stepped among the ordinary Sinners, the pleasant melodies and sweet words of those who had lost Goodness Points welcomed us. Even though Toraman—who ruined the day of the guys practically guaranteeing themselves a ten-to-one payout—was soaking up the lion's share of the attention, the rest of us, down to our sub-party, were getting our fair share of it too.
By the time we finally reached the rundown, single-story building, we had turned into a comet. Even though our best friends weren't holding the edges, we were walking down the aisle in a wedding veil made entirely of Sinners.
"Good evening, folks!"
