[...] events that happened between chapter 8 and 8.2
"I'll be right back. Inside the third and last door of the cabinet, you'll find two leather bags. Try to gather clothes, supplies, and food that we have here for us…"
Evandro walked out calmly with a smile on his face.
'Well… In the end, I really found a path… To follow life… Uh… Life… That's it! I found my purpose in life! Right? It wasn't that hard.'
He turned the corner and noticed that the already sparse movement had decreased even more; still, he continued on his way.
'Nothing can ruin this day!'
He reached a stall with rough stone walls and a wooden sunshade.
An old man in his 60s or 70s was sitting in the small, cramped space. [1]
He stood up suddenly when he saw Evandro.
"W-what do y-you want, Evandro?"
"Mr. Demas… Is everything alright?"
Mr. Demas's expression turned grim, yet his voice was sweet and generous.
"Listen, my boy… I didn't hear it firsthand, but I think they're looking for that friend of yours. Someone, at some point, will say they saw you two together. Take this bread and go straight home before they see me talking to you here…"
Evandro nodded, the corners of his mouth slightly curved.
He took the psoad container and walked away in hurried steps.
As he turned the corner of the street, he caught a glimpse of some soldiers passing by a house in the distance and felt a chill down his spine.
'I hope Mr. Demas will be alright…'
He took a deep breath and changed the expression on his face, heading straight home as fast as his steps would allow.