Morning.
The warm autumn sunlight poured down.
Turning the vast fields into a boundless golden sea.
A light breeze brushed past, waves of rice rippled and rustled, and the air was filled with the rich, mellow fragrance of ripened grain.
The quiet little town of Hampton nestled in this golden expanse, cooking smoke curling upward, children chasing and playing by the mill, Farmers driving fully loaded wagons slowly along the dirt road—a scene of peace and harmony.
It looked just like one of those peaceful little towns from a fairy tale.
A place called home.
On the edge of the town, a two‑story building of Solid stone blocks, bearing the emblem of the Night Watcher, stood tall; this was the outpost established by the Night Watcher.
Many years ago.
The Night Watcher's outposts were still built in a concealed manner within towns or cities, usually in the guise of taverns.
