Gathered

The atmosphere in the gym was incredibly eerie.

This was originally a place for drinking, chatting, boxing, and betting.

But now, it was oddly quiet.

It wasn't that people weren't talking; it was just that everyone spoke in hushed tones, cautious.

Dicken sat at the center, sipping his drink, casting his gaze over everyone like a ruler surveying his subjects.

Occasionally, Dicken would glance toward the gym entrance, as if waiting for someone.

After about...