The next morning sees Travis standing in front of a crisscross of rotting bamboo shoots that would most likely fall apart if a bit of force is exerted on it, with a decrepit signboard which reads Bahghül’s Shol of mal, other letters having disappeared to Lucifer knows where.

I don’t know what father saw in this place. But I can’t return without the Maestro’s approval. Only Lucifer knows how hard this is for me. Travis’ thought is a reflection of the outcome of the conversation with his father a day prior.

He is tempted to push the gate open, but he immediately rejects such suggestion- he’d only be inviting trouble...