It had been a long time since anything like this had happened; heck, he didn't remember when the last time even was.
No Lost wanted to talk to him; every single one of them kept their mouths closed, not daring to speak a word. But why? Why did they not want to talk to him?
He had times when he couldn't get the shadows to answer the question he had, but to outright not talk to him. That was unheard of; it was one of the weirdest moments as a Reader that he has had.
And if before a fraction of him thought that this city was normal, now he knew with one hundred percent certainty that something was not right.
...
Aether sighed, ruffling his hair.
Nothing was going out as he planned; he couldn't enter the tower no matter what he did. He had tried many ways to enter, but each time, there just was not another entrance than the main one, which was not only in plain sight, but it also would just not budge.
