Alone in the far corner of the old cellar, Ralph sat, looking through the two maps that were spread out across a wooden crate, using the flickering lantern beside him as his source of light.
Of the two maps, one was a old blueprint of all underground tunnels in the pack. It had faded but it was still readable. The other one was a layout of Garrett's residence, sketched out from the architecture records. But it was a little updated from Ralph's quiet and careful observations over the years.
He had gone over the path so many times that he had already lost count already. But tonight, he was not just going through those maps, he was studying them, in-depth like his life actually depended on it. Maybe it actually did.
He traced the routes again with his finger, memorizing each one of them.
