After some time, a car could be seen venturing into a gloomy, quiet alley.
Suddenly, the car took a turn, entering deep within the gloomy place, surrounded by a multitude of building blocks, and finally stopping in front of a danger sign which had just one simple word, sending an uncomfortable wave in Alex's psyche.
The word was.
[×Warning×]
Ignoring the triggering fonts Alex stepped out from the car; the quietness around him made him feel uneasy; it was like the place he had come was strange.
Like the road they had just come from was empty as hell, quite literally, there were only a handful of people here and there, cleaning the public garbage..
The entire path was unexpectedly gloomy, with a series of buildings scattered around, some labelled as "Ritual ground A" or "Ritual ground B."
Despite the walls being properly taken care of, there was a virtual rustiness in them, such as the black dots present one after another; they were quite attention grabbing.
