The streets were illuminated by numerous neon lights. The bars lining the lanes were livened up by a lady singer’s husky, melancholy voice, just as it always had.

What was different now was that Gwynn and Lorian were no longer here.

The street was teeming with people and bustling with chatter, but he was merely standing there by himself, feeling an immense sense of loss.

Then, he saw Anderson.

He was on a blind date with someone in a high-end restaurant. The lady was elegant and noble. She