Mika
After carefully making my way to Cain's guest house, ensuring I wasn’t spotted by wandering eyes, I approached the weathered wooden door before me. The surface was rough and splintered, a testament to years of exposure to the elements. I raised my hand and gently rapped on the door, the sound barely echoing in the stillness of the night.
When the door finally creaked open, I was greeted by a man whose face was foreign. His features were sharp and stern, and an air of guarded strength surrounded him. Even though I had never encountered him, he stepped aside, motioning for me to enter with a slight nod.
“Cain's room is upstairs, the second door to your left,” he instructed, his voice low and steady. Given how he carried himself, it was clear he held a position of authority, likely o
