Human Kingdom – Fourth Street
Dark clouds still hung heavy over the sky, blotting out the sun. Snow drifted steadily through the air, melting as it touched the lantern-lit stones of the street.
The market along Fourth Street was open, yet eerily quiet. Only a handful of vendors stood at their stalls, rubbing their hands to fight off the cold. Their lamps glowed faintly in the fog, reflecting off the frost-covered ground.
Leon and Fruela walked through the dim street, their figures wrapped tightly in black cloaks. The snow gathered on their hoods and shoulders, their breaths visible in the freezing air.
Leon's eyes constantly shifted upward, scanning every sign they passed.
'Fourth Street is about to end… Where's that red sign? Did I miss it somewhere?' he thought, frowning as he glanced back, but no such sign was in sight.
"Master," Fruela spoke softly, pointing ahead. "Look — a clothing shop."
Leon followed her gaze.
The sign above the shop's door read:
