9:30 a.m., Backlund Bridge area, Iron Gate Street, Bravehearts Bar.
Emlyn White stood rooted to his spot after he got down from the carriage. He stared ahead in a daze, nearly forgetting to avoid the sunlight.
At that moment, the bar's main door was shut with no signs of it opening.
As a Sanguine who seldom left his home and only went to places like bars at night, Emlyn never expected the bar to be closed in the morning. He had left the Harvest Church in a rush via the transportation system after seeing the paper slip, hoping to obtain any first-hand intelligence.
To save time, he even tolerated the cramped environment and stench of the metro.
At that moment, Emlyn was somewhat peeved, but he knew that he had made the mistake. All he could do was pull a face and circle around Iron Gate Street to not waste his trip.
Just as he was about to approach a rental carriage that stood along the street, he caught sight of a familiar figure from the corner of his eye.
