In the dead of night, approximately 150 kilometers away from Dorey City, a small town lay under the cold, unforgiving moonlight. Dilapidated houses were scattered across the town, and in the very center stood a building that appeared exceptionally exquisite. This was the town's police station, the only place lit up in the entire town at night.
The graceful sounds of a harp and flute lingered in the air above the town, while the drunk patrons loudly conversed, shattering the town's usual silence.
In one of the nearby crumbling houses, young Jack irritably opened his eyes. It was already very late, yet the adults from the city were still holding their banquet. The noisy chatter made it impossible for him to fall asleep. He still had work to do with his father tomorrow, and if this continued, he would surely get scolded!
