The riverside area was home to a large number of students.
In such a place with high human traffic, it was always easy to find stores selling daily necessities.
At dusk, Ronald returned to his apartment by the riverbank, laden with a messy assortment of items, both big and small.
Upon entering the courtyard, he immediately sensed that something was amiss.
Cynthia's room on the first floor had its door wide open, and on the second floor, there were tenants standing at their doors, cautiously looking towards the third floor.
Even the normally enthusiastic maid was now holding a broom with a tense expression, completely forgetting her duties.
This...
If he remembered correctly, he was the only tenant on the third floor now.
Having only stepped out for a few hours to shop, he hoped no trouble had found him again.