"Maybe... he didn't let it go?"
...
In the pitch-black alley, the trash can was covered with a layer of snow.
The dead mouse in the corner had been frozen stiff.
Whoosh...
The ground suddenly flashed, revealing a rune array, where eight thieves surrounded it, abruptly teleported onto this array map.
They laughed and chuckled, each one looking very proud.
Whoosh...
The array flashed again, teleporting them to the next relay station, which was a snow-covered rooftop of a building.
Whoosh...
The array flashed again, teleporting them to the next relay station, which was the roof of a highway toll station.
Whoosh...
The array flashed again, teleporting them to the next relay station, an open space between vast forests.
No one noticed that a small seed had somehow stuck to the back of the hood of the burly leader.
...
The workshop door was already broken, letting the wind and snow rush inside.
