Hunters-gatherer

Alastor departed from the apartment complex. Her offer continues to ring on his thoughts like a loop from a broken track record. Alastor was eating at a hotdog stand. He made his payment and walked over the alley away from the crowd.

No matter what, Alastor cannot incorporate himself into those people, given the suspicious nature of the property, including the people living in it, and that immense dark mana he felt somewhere deep on the property.i

He sighed sharply. Moments after, his foot had led him to a bar. He hesitated at first as he saw the bar sign ‘closed’. Maybe he picked the wrong time to barge in.

Alastor turned his heels around when suddenly he heard a soft groan coming from behind. The door itself move slightly and gave a huge berth when he came close to inspect.