The rain eases, becoming a fine mist that meanders through the alley. A distant roll of thunder suggests the storm isn't over just yet. The goat begins pacing again, its hooves clacking against the slick cobblestones, and momentarily interrupting the heavy silence left by inhll's departure. Nobody remains vigilant, the information from the minidisc still fresh in mind, while the shadows around seem to deepen, cloaking the alley in anticipation of what's to come.

taken in #alley