It's unusual for a midnight ritual; with sneaky descriptions, you can tell something's off right away.
Yang Xiao keenly realized the uniqueness of this matter, "Mr. Senyama, do you know who these worshippers are? And who they're worshipping?"
"I don't know these people, but one of them, among those who ran away at the time, left behind a wallet. Inside there was a receipt, dated a day prior."
"Right, it also had the delivery address and the recipient's name on it."
"I felt very guilty at the time, thinking it was me who scared them off, so I decided to return the wallet."
"After a few days when someone came to take over my shift, I followed the delivery address, and sure enough, I found the household."
