The inside of the wall was bustling, but the outside was exceptionally quiet. There were no lights, and the moonlight illuminated the entire small courtyard.
"Where is this?" Curly looked around, trying to make sense of this unfamiliar place.
It seemed to be someone's backyard, with a smell of animal dung in the air. Against the wall in the courtyard, there was a row of wooden buildings that Curly recognized as stables.
But there were no horses in the stables.
Suddenly, voices sounded. Curly looked around. The only place to hide was the stable. She crawled out of the small doghole, scraping her arm in the process.
Upon entering the stable, Curly almost cried out, for there was a bloodied young boy lying on the ground.
"Let's go check on that little bastard, see if he's dead."
"I warn you, be careful. If you kill that boy, neither of us can bear the responsibility."
"Don't worry, I know my limits!"
