Miles wandered around a bit until he realised that he forgot where the commerce area was. He patted his pockets looking for the Map, but nothing.
I might of left it on my desk. I should note to myself to leave it in my pants later.
Miles shurged his shoulders and looked around if he can recognised where he was. In front of him was a rusted gate area with overgrown grass, and broken empty tombstones scattered around. He visited the graveyard before but can’t remember why.
Well, it’s nice to visit this place once awhile. The morning mist makes it mysterious this time of day.