Amon and Vixra exchanged a glance. Neither spoke, but both began moving, their steps slow and cautious, following the direction of the scream.
The city around them was still. Too still.
The lamps flickered faintly, casting shadows that stretched unnaturally long across the cobblestone path.
Every house they passed stood quiet, windows dark, doors closed. Not a single sound came from inside.
Their footsteps echoed, each one sounding louder than it should in the suffocating silence.
"Junior… stay sharp," Vixra whispered, her grip tightening on her wand.
Amon gave a small nod, his jaw set. His eyes never stopped scanning every corner, every alley, every shadow.
As they turned down a narrow street, the silence pressed heavier. The air felt colder. The lantern light dimmer.
The scream had come from somewhere ahead. From this narrow street.
Amon gulped down his saliva. The scene looked like something from a horror movie. It was a good thing he was not alone here.
