TWO NIGHTS AGO

The Candlelight Inn was normally a quiet place. It was typically a place for tourists to rest their heads so they may enjoy what the day has to bring them.

A hooded figure steps through the window of one of the second story rooms, shutting the curtain behind him. He then made his way over to a desk and lit a candle before sighing softly.

Looking into the flame, he pulled his hood back to reveal a tan yet pale face. His piercing red eyes ...