Your place was quiet, saved for the crows, dim neon lights in cross roads, and some coward inphernals walking around in night like they’re doing something to clear off their head.

The night was clearly quiet. Above you was a flickering streetlight. But it seemingly flickered… almost like Morse code. You shrugged it off. Walking away. You felt someone’s eye on you. You just don’t know who.

You sat on a bench. Before seeing a large sword with a gray hilt and a broken blade. The sword's pommel is sharp and becomes narrower at the end, like a sting. Wait—Was that the sword of Ghostwalker? You thought. Nevertheless, your curiosity was overwhelming you to take it. And so you did.

The sword felt heavy, almost you felt unworthy of holding a deity sword on your hands. Before hearing a voice behind you. A hand clamped your shoulder surprisingly tight.

"Did I interrupt something? You picked up my sword."

You froze at that voice. It was too good to be true.