"You're here again, young man."
An old man glanced at the incoming figure while letting out a chuckle and motioning for the latter to sit beside him. This elderly had wrinkles all over his face, unusually pale skin and a bent back. His limbs were extremely thin, showcasing how old and perhaps malnourished he was. Moreover, the old man was blind and his eyes were jet black like a bottomless abyss though he rarely opens them for he knew that anyone who sees his eyes will cower in fear.
The 'young man' he was talking to was none other than Jackob, who captured Angelina a while ago. He was eerily silent and would come here every time he had a lot of things to think about. It could be described as a place of relaxation.
In response, Jackob merely glanced at the old man but said nothing. He sat next to the elderly and gazed at the bustling city, which was shining with all kinds of light despite the fall of the cloak of night.