[Music recommendation: Gealdýr - Druí]
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When night descended and the city of Astoria fell asleep... back in the abandoned warehouse where the fight had taken place hours ago, men sat on the dirty floor, still trying to come to terms with the fact that a seventy-year-old man had done this to them.
Some were treating each other's wounds, while others were drinking themselves into numbness just to get through the night.
Just then, one of the men noticed a silhouette standing at the entrance.
"Hm? Am I losing my mind, or is someone standing there?" he spoke up, wincing as he touched a dark bruise on his jaw.
The others followed his gaze, their eyes narrowing into the darkness.
There was indeed someone standing there. With only a couple of dim overhead bulbs flickering inside and total darkness outside, it was impossible to see the intruder clearly.
"Oi! Who goes there?" one of them yelled out.
Silence greeted them.
