The Moonveil city was painted in its vibrance by the dim moonlight of the eternal moon, and its dwellers were moving from one place to another. The city was busy as always; however, there was some strangeness within the environment, as if someone or something had dulled the usual fantastism.
At one of the civilian houses within the Moonveil city.
Baron sat in a wooden chamber with his leg on a nearby wooden table… his arms were folded, and he had an annoyed expression as he stared at the masked figure kneeling beside him.
"Say… How long has it been since we came here?" Baron questioned in a flat and indifferent tone, but a hint of annoyance could be felt in it.
The masked figure trembled under Baron's sharp gaze and opened his lips to answer, but the fear of saying something Baron did not like halted any words from coming out…
'I don't want to die! Please!' The masked figure begged inwardly as he lowered his head.
