Amon stepped out of his house.
The rain was falling, but lightly, not heavy. Fine droplets drifted down from the dark sky, tapping softly against rooftops and soaking into the earth. The wind, however, was strong.
It pushed against him the moment he stepped forward, tugging at his hoodie and rustling the trees violently.
Lightning flashed across the sky.
A second later, thunder rolled through the village.
Amon adjusted his hood slightly and began walking in the direction Vetaal had pointed earlier.
West or perhaps slightly northwest.
The village was quiet now. Most people had already retreated indoors because of the weather. Only the sound of wind and rain filled the air.
He had only taken a few steps when—
"Amon!"
A voice called out from behind him.
'That voice seems familiar...'
He stopped and turned around.
A short distance away from his house stood another one of the same size and shape. In the window of that house stood Scarlett.
