บท 556: The Next Morning

The just-risen sun shone softly on the small-town streets. The birds were chirping as the sun gave its golden finger toward the sky. The bright hope above gave a new fresh of twenty-four hours; however, the place was not as lively as it used to be in the morning.

The empty streets were lacking the festive it had yesterday. 

All of this was because of last night's event. They were trembling inside their houses, peeping on what's going on through their curtained windows. 

The continuous wail and scream of the bandits were harrowing and left the locals with no sleep. Now, they didn't dare to open the door of their own house to step outside. 

Everyone hesitated, even the mayor of the small town.

He was standing behind the door that led outside his house but his hand was trembling whilst grabbing the knob. He looked at his worried wife with sweat on his face and a son that was only a waist young.