RuonInstead of the time, the wall clock depicts a moon slowly tilting.
While opening his navy bag, Ruon spots an envelope and lets out a quiet sigh.
Back again. I'm telling you, this letter's better at finding its way home than a mail carrier.
He slips the envelope inside and rests his hand on the empty chair at the information desk.
A new face. Got a letter to send, or are you curious about tonight's road first?