Light rain fell over the town, sliding off the wooden roofs of the houses and soaking the dusty ground.
Wrapped in his dark cloak, Kaito walked at a slow pace. His hood was pulled down, hiding most of his face and leaving only the glint of his brown eyes visible; at his waist were two sheaths—inside them lay two peculiar blades.
Ahead of him stood a crowded inn. A constant clamor of voices and laughter spilled from inside.
(An inn, huh... should be fine.)
Kaito pushed the door and went in.
The warmth of the room hit him immediately. The inn’s interior was full of people drinking, talking and laughing loudly. The hall was medium-sized, and toward the back was the bar counter.
Near it there was a flight of stairs leading to the upper floor. The smell of alcohol mixed with the scent of food, creating a heavy atmosphere.
He moved up to the bar, ignoring the curious glances of some patrons drawn to his solitary figure.
"Hello, I'd like something to drink."
His voice was flat.
The bartender, a man in his fifties with a dirty apron and strong arms, looked at him with one eyebrow raised.
"You're a bit too young for these places, kid."
Link to story: https://tapas.io/series/The-Shadow-of-Spirit-
