A week later, Ronan found himself walking the muddy back streets of a neighboring town, clutching the token like it was a lifeline. He wasn't sure how he'd gotten here—how a single desperate message had set him on this path—but the thought of turning back now hollowed his stomach more than the uncertainty ahead.
The meeting place was a run down building on the edge of a small town not far from Dark Moon City—only around 15 minutes by driving or an hour walking.
