"It has to be here," I muttered under my breath.
My eyes scanned the line of market stalls, each one shadier than the last. This one, though—it was different. Gloomier. It gave off an unsettling aura, like something was warning me to stay away.
I felt a strange creeping feeling, my mind kept telling me I didn't want to be here. However, I wasn't turning back. This was the first place where Ryan's presence felt this strong;
I took a step closer, hesitating at the threshold.
"….."
I studied the stall a bit longer, then reached for the door. My fingers brushed against the handle—
Huh?
A strange sensation crawled up my spine and my instincts flared. My grip tightened, then immediately released.
Slash!
Without a second thought, I manifested my sword from my meta-watch and cut the door clean in half. A sharp, metallic ring echoed as the severed wood tumbled to the ground.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing?!"
A voice rang out, hoarse and filled with rage.
