Nova Pov
So this was the place.
Nova stood before the small house, her tall figure cloaked in the pale light of dusk. To call it a house was generous it was little more than a crooked wooden hut, weather-worn, its planks swollen and warped by years of neglect. Moss crept up the sides, swallowing parts of the foundation, and the faint stench of rot lingered in the air. She narrowed her deep purple eyes, taking in the sight.
So this is where that man lived… the one who used to have problem with Razeal.
She didn't need to wonder long. She had already pried the truth from fragments of memory, stolen from the dead guard of that pitiful church. The man who resided here had been no ordinary thug. He had been the leader of a group.. small in number but infamous in their own way specializing in human trafficking, torture, and every vile pleasure such work allowed. That guard had seen Razeal cross paths with them. They had been seen with him once, and then… Razeal had disappeared entirely.
