The rain had grown heavier, turning the streets into a muddy blur. Sherlon broke into a sprint, weaving through the downpour with Daniel following close behind.
A few minutes later, they came upon what appeared to be an ordinary house. Nothing about it stood out from the others lining the street.
Daniel slowed to a stop and glanced at the house.
"Now what?" he asked.
"We've arrived," Sherlon replied.
There was a strange softness in his voice, almost as if the sight of the house had stirred an old memory.
Sherlon stepped toward the door.
*Knock-knock*
*Tap-tap*
*Knock-knock-knock*
A small viewing window slid open near the top of the door, and a pair of eyes appeared behind it.
"Name?" a deep voice asked.
"Sherlon."
The eyes shifted toward Daniel and narrowed suspiciously.
"What's your business here, Sherlon?"
"A small talk with Valmond. Nothing else," Sherlon replied firmly.
*Click!*
The door opened.
