If I run into him again, do whatever I can to help him out.
Lanci always felt that he couldn't help but reach out to such people.
...
Time passed, and it was deep into the night.
Moonlight spilled onto a dim street at the border between District 6 of Parriet and District 7 of the Demon World, where a lonely streetlight barely lit up the narrow alleyway.
This place was far from the hustle and bustle of daytime, with only occasional distant clamour and shadows under the streetlight, making it seem more isolated and mysterious.
The buildings along the street were old, their walls overgrown with vines, and most windows tightly shut, as if the residents had long grown accustomed to the silence and shadows of the night.
Against this dark backdrop, a lone figure with red hair walked through the alleyway.
His footsteps echoed unusually clear in the quiet night.
He stopped suddenly, pulling out the last of his change from his pocket, silent.