Late at night, in the sewers beneath Backlund Bridge Borough.
Two men in trench coats and tall boots were searching through the narrow sewers. They carried neither lanterns nor torches, yet they could make out the way by the faint moonlight filtering in through the drains, as though they possessed vision that could pierce the darkness.
One of them had brownish hair, a messy tangle as if it had not been washed for days. His eyes, the same color, swept over the broad sewer junction before him, and he seemed somewhat puzzled.
"Sivellaus Field and the Mandated Punishers were in such a hurry to hand this case over to us. I thought countless civilians had already died in the jaws of giant crocodiles. Who knew it would be quieter here than the streets of the North Borough at dawn?"
The other man in a trench coat followed behind him and muttered to himself.
"You should count yourself lucky to be down here catching rats instead of joining the other teams hunting Intis spies."
The brown-haired man in front turned back and spoke in a mild tone.
"Besides, just as I was leaving the station, more news came in. The Intis ambassador was assassinated. He had the strength of a Sequence 6, and there were enough Beyonders in the embassy to fill a carriage, yet he still died just like that. Heh, let's see which unlucky team gets assigned to assist with the investigation."
"Fine, fine, I get it, Chuck. Coming down here to catch rats with you must have used up a month's worth of my luck. But are there even any rats for us to catch? I don't feel like there's so much as a fly here."
Chuck, as he was called, was the Nighthawk "Nightmare" who had investigated