A suspicious man?

The moon's gentle glow bathed the pack's center, casting shadows that danced across the ground. Louis stood there, surrounded by the bustling activities of his fellow pack members. He was determined to find the mysterious assassin, even if it meant going against Adolph's advice.

He moved with purpose, his eyes scanning the faces around him, hoping to catch a glimpse of the person he had been searching for. A sense of anticipation tingled through him, and he couldn't help but wonder if luck would be on his side tonight.

As he walked around, he noticed the vendors selling their goods, including the wines and alcohols he had been searching for earlier. But despite his efforts, he saw no one who matched the description of the prisoner of the person with the fading scar.

Disheartened, he decided to head back home. As he turned to leave, something caught the corner of his eye. A man stood near the stalls, his demeanor suspicious. His face was partially obscured by the hood of his cloak, and