The Beast Lurking underneath the Innocent Facet

Nestling against a thin wooden pillar, barely his back was able to fit on the pillar's whole surface yet it should suffice enough nonetheless for him to feel comfortable as he waited—waiting this young boy was on a small lonely terrace of a seemingly faraway lodge in the middle of a bustling town. Understandably so, for it was located right behind a larger—and no doubt more august also—lodge, perhaps even close to a fully functioned luxury tavern with all of its convenient services…