2.55 Optimist

At the other end of the corridor, the church doors let out to the hill that bathed in the waning amber.

On the other end, there was the darkness that pulsated softly like a heart, out of the reach of the flickering light of the oil lamp.

Curse his curiosity and pride, but Thanh Van turned away from the freedom and stared at the darkness with an even darker expression.

Why was it that treasures were always hidden in the darkest depths of the nastiest holes?

This was where it had to be hiding.

The A-rank prop.

Thanh Van cracked his knuckles, wondering why he always ran head-first into the craziest shit in the hopes it would be fun when it was anything but.

Was this a curse of an optimist?

Thanh Van almost chuckled at the thought when something heavy dragged against the stone floor in the darkness, like a giant snake slithering over a smooth surface.