Zoning In On The Demon

The city of Sorin never truly slept.

Even though the halls of the inn were empty and quiet, the streets outside were alive with movement.

Lanterns flickered, casting dim pools of light onto the cobbled roads, and the distant hum of voices blended with the occasional clatter of metal and the rustling of footsteps.

The night market was in full swing — where merchants thrived in the shadows, selling goods that would never see the light of day.

Rem stood by the window of his room, watching the city breathe beneath the moonlight. His cloak was already draped over his shoulders, his weapons secured.

The others were sleeping soundly — Kiara and Luke in their rooms, and Cairn curled up on the small bed they had set up for him.

But Rem had no intention of staying in tonight.

He exhaled softly before stepping up onto the windowsill.

The inn was three stories high, but that was hardly a concern.