Chapter 12: One vs Four Sleepers
Dusk leisurely stepped out of the diner, a look of utter relief spread across his face.
Being around Garrick and Darius constantly forced him to maintain the facade of a "decent man." But now, with the chance to act alone, a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.
"Where should I go next? I still need four more hearts, but I can't act anywhere near here. If I do anything shady nearby, those two might think I don't trust them — or start to suspect me."
As he walked, he mulled over his next move. At the moment, he had nothing more than the strength of an ordinary human, which made committing crimes like these particularly difficult.
Suddenly, his eyes widened as a thought struck him. His expression relaxed.
With three hundred years of experience, he had wandered through countless places. Coincidentally, there was one nearby that might be perfect for what he needed.
"If I remember right, there's a huge forest near the neighboring city. A well-known tourist spot, actually. Heading there might not be a bad idea. Acting in the woods makes it much easier to cover my tracks." Dusk murmured to himself, the corners of his lips curling into a sly grin.
Killing in a forest and disposing of the body was a far simpler task than trying to pull something off in the middle of a city. Besides, he was still a wanted man—staying in town wasn't exactly safe.
After all, no one really understood this "new era" yet. Everything was just beginning. At this point, there weren't any crazed killers running rampant.
Earthquakes were still common occurrences, even large ones. People chalked them up as natural disasters, not signs of social collapse.
After walking for another five minutes, Dusk came to a sudden stop.