Hiding?
From MC's Perspective:
Stargazing Inn
I stood alone in the dimly lit control room, the soft hum of the machinery around me keeping me company. Suddenly, a loud, frantic noise echoed through the walls, sending a chill down my spine. The commotion seemed to be coming from downstairs, where customers were dining on the first floor.
"Could it be something involving them?" I muttered, frowning as I pieced things together. But my gut told me something more sinister was at play. I wasn't foolish enough to walk out into the open just yet. If my suspicion was right, this was far from a simple disruption—it was connected to me.
There was a high chance Don Blaire had arrived, most likely with his entourage of wizards. A cold, dangerous gleam flashed in my eyes at the thought. Blaire was a lawless tyrant, trampling over anyone in his path. I clenched my fists. How long did he think he could keep doing this?