Chapitre 86: Wilmington Cemetary

The Wilmington Cemetery was situated on the outskirts of Damascus, in a place that was away from the city lights.

Low stone walls surrounded the entirety of the cemetery as if marking the boundary between the living and the dead.

A cold gust of wind blew threw the air as Bryan and Andrew made their way along the path that led to the cemetery.

Bryan felt a shiver go down his spine as he balled up his fists that were hidden inside the pockets of his trench coat.

"Scared?" Andrew asked as he turned to look at Bryan with an amused smile.

Bryan scoffed, "As if!"

However, Andrew kept staring at him as the smile on his face only grew wider.

"W-Well, a little," Bryan muttered softly.

"Hahaha!" Andrew burst out laughing. A few moments later he replied, "Don't worry. As long as I am with you, the spirits won't harm us."

Bryan rolled his eyes, "I can take care of myself just fine."

Then he seemed to realize something as he asked anxiously, "Wait! What do you mean by spirits!?"