MINUS ZERO

A Jumbled Room.

"Excuse me..... madam," asked the Long shooter to a citizen lady with a basket of cosmos.

"Oh! a noble....yes," she responds humbly.

"Do you have any knowledge of where the mage Cecil lives?"

"My goodness!" astonished the Lady by the question and preferred not to go there, explaining it was dark and gloomy. No fighters or even citizens lived there, "you are a Noble sir, you are not supposed to even breathe there...."

"I have a friend who lives on that street. I wish to visit him" were his replies. The Lady realized that he insists on his visit and won't turn back. Thus, she had no choice except to tell him the address.

In the Town No:1 of summer winds, corner dark street. A Noble's boots heels pace echoes as entering the empty street. The street was dark with no sunlight passing in, no one could understand living whether the sky was told morning or evening sunset. Twitter of birds was the only way.

Dust and dirt were everywhere. Doors were broken and windows shattered with no sig