The wind swept through the darkened streets, dragging a low, hollow wail behind it that prickled the back of Flynn's neck.
In Moster City, curfew fell like a curtain late at night, sealing off nearly every district. Only Norlinst Avenue and a handful of other busy areas were spared, left glowing with light and noise, but here the silence was absolute. Doors were bolted, windows shuttered, and the ordinary NPCs had long since withdrawn indoors. This street, just a short distance away from the livelier quarters, felt abandoned, as if the city itself had stepped away and left it behind. Even the faintest sound carried too far across the cobblestones.
The city guards still made their rounds after midnight, though far less frequently than during the day. There were gaps in their patrols, stretches of time where no one would come. As long as you weren't caught in the act, you could move unseen.
Flynn stopped without warning.
