I walked out of the writer's shop absentmindedly, still staring at the poem. That was when I heard a voice.
"Hey, what are you doing? You are supposed to stay in your home!"
I looked up to see a guard scolding me. After noticing the situation I was in, I hurriedly waved.
"Ah, alright, alright. I'm going back!"
As I closed the door, another guard next to the other one rubbed the bottom of his helmet with his thumb and forefinger.
"Huh... that guy seems familiar for some reason."
Cold sweat appeared on my back as I heard those words, but I closed the door before things got any worse.
I took a peek at the shopkeeper, only to see an empty desk.
This was probably the best time to teleport.
And so, I did.
My eyes widened while my pupils constricted while a tight feeling wrapped around me. A seed of fear festered in the process, but once I appeared on the other side, it blossomed into a tiny bit of thrill.