In the dead of night, a furtive figure carrying a small basket climbed over the outer wall of No. 160 Böklund Street. Hunched over, it slipped through the shadows between the walls, soon arriving at a nearby sewer entrance. After carefully moving aside the manhole cover, it crawled inside and restored the cover behind it.
High in the house, Klein frowned as he peered through a gap in the curtains. Watching his butler Walter, dressed in a tailcoat, nimbly carry out the entire operation gave him the absurd feeling of watching a play.
Just two days ago, after attending Councilor Macht's ball, the councilor's daughter, the haughty and aloof Hazel Macht, had crawled into the sewer from the other side of the street in almost the exact same manner and conducted a "late-night adventure" through the complex underground passages.
They're both so practiced at crawling through sewers. Unlike me. In my current identity, dressed in an expensive custom-made suit, I absolutely wouldn't go in...
He secretly laughed at his nouveau riche mentality. Then he picked up the cigarette case on his bedside table, which contained the gold coin attached to the Marionette of the Admiral of Blood. He released the "Wraith" and controlled him to leap onto the glass of a streetlamp beside the sewer. Taking advantage of his lack of a physical form, he slipped into the sewer and silently followed Walter.
At the same time, Klein operated his body along two lines, moving a little closer to the sewer. He had to ensure that Senior's Wraith did not stray more than 100 meters from him, lest he lose this precious Marionette.
During this, he was surprised to discover that Hazel had slipped out of her home again in the dead of night and entered the sewer through another