A Taunting Smile
Editor: Atlas Studios
In the clock tower of East Balam Dock, Klein hid in the darkness while donning a clown mask as he quietly stared at the dormitory of the Dock Union. An airship floated above.
He couldn't see the details of the battle, and he had no way of knowing the developments of the operation in the red-brick building. All he could do was endure and determine the situation by observing the changes in the surroundings and the occasional black dot that passed by.
Just then, he saw all the gas lamps in the area extinguish.
All of them had been extinguished!
It was pitch black there!
Right on the heels of that, a feeling that left an extremely deep impression on him exploded from the small red-brick building. Even from a long distance away, Klein couldn't help but tremble all over; his legs went soft, and he bent his waist.
It was the feeling of being looked down upon, a feeling that repressed one's spirit.