Finally… I arrived.
The Seventh Dead Alley. This wasn't just a random name given by the homeless—it was a precise physical description.
The deeper I moved into this narrow passage, the more the noisy sounds of Zirathion City faded away, as if I were sinking into the depths of a viscous ocean.
Even the acidic raindrops that had been striking my coat harshly suddenly stopped a few meters before the end of the alley, as if the clouds themselves refused to rain over this patch of land.
I stopped at the dead end of the road.
In front of me… stood the house.
"The House of Shadows."
I stood there, observing it for a moment, my crimson eyes narrowing behind my glasses as I tried to detect any energy fluctuations. From the outside, it looked ordinary… nauseatingly ordinary.
It wasn't a cursed mansion emitting demonic fumes, nor was it surrounded by a red aura of Eitra like high-tier monsters.
