The Meeting on a Ship

"Is this… the location of that meeting or something?"

At midnight three days later, in an empty warehouse in Worchester, some people suddenly appeared at the entrance, craning their necks as they looked around. After confirming that there were no security guards on patrol in the area, they began to look in carefully.

From the looks of their clothing, these were all commoners. Some looked like carpenters, some like hunters… If there was anything about them in common, it was that they were all holding the same invitations.

The doors to the warehouse were open. They peered in, but there was nobody inside.

"I told you it's fake, what Black Nightmare Society… The moment I heard it, I knew it was untrustworthy," seeing that, one of them, a middle-aged lady who looked like a housekeeper opened her mouth to speak. "We had better get out of here quickly, who knows if it's a trap by the Church."