At midnight, in an inn ten kilometers away from the village, all the players fell into a deep sleep.
Heavy rain was pattering down on the fir forest, and the atmosphere outside was very unsettled.
A tall black shadow slowly emerged in the rain. It looked like a man, and his black cloak was blown up by the wind, making a rustling sound.
The man seemed to have an invisible protective shield. The rain bounced off him one millimeter away from his body. He was not wet at all by the heavy rain. He walked step by step towards the three-story wooden house located in the clearing in the forest.
A man in a black cloak walked onto the porch, swinging a sharp knife in his left hand. The loose brim of his hat covered his head, casting a shadow on his face, making it impossible to see his appearance clearly.
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