C77 Gathering

A pistol was still strapped to his belt, and he picked up the old, worn box on the floor with the logo of the Society printed on it, which had not been washed for years.

After buying a steamed bun by the roadside, he set off.

He vaguely guessed that this was not a good thing. It was just like the cloudy sky when he had just left the house. The thunder was rolling. It would probably rain soon