The man was half-slumped, leaning his body against a streetlight pole. To a middle-aged man who had spent his whole life in the back alleys, the rain of this peaceful and quiet countryside was as fatal as poison. The 'Wolf' of the organization was now trembling, unable to even support his own body. Between the strands of hair stuck to his face by the rain, the deep wrinkles around his eyes stood out sorrowfully every time the light flickered. At the sound of someone's presence, he lifted his heavy eyelids. His eyes, revealed under the flickering streetlight, were too transparent and still to be those of a beast driven to the edge of a cliff.

"...Keep moving. Unless you want to get caught up in something unlucky."

His body heat slowly seeped into the cold, wet dirt floor. On the desolate road where not even the lights of the village could be seen, he closed his eyes again and laid his body into the darkness. Like a man who hoped that when this flickering light finally went out, he would disappear along with it.