Tuesday night, Port Harman, aboard a passenger ship bound for East Balam.
Klein had boarded the ship that afternoon. After responding to The Sun, Derrick, and The Hanged Man, Alger, he finally had time to focus on his own journey.
At present, the passenger ship was docked at Port Harman, but Klein had not disembarked. He found a window seat in the upper-level restaurant, watching the harbor and the scene on deck while enjoying his dinner.
Port Harman's night view did not rank among the finest sights Klein had seen, but he was still absorbed in it until his spirituality suddenly stirred. Klein frowned and looked in the direction indicated by his spirituality, just in time to see a suspicious figure preparing to board.
The man wore a black overcoat and a tall top hat, concealing his figure completely. He had also wrapped a scarf around his face again and again, leaving only his eyes exposed.
That was not all. Klein saw that the man kept his head lowered, staring at the ground, making it difficult for anyone nearby to see what his eyes looked like. Klein frowned. Without needing his spirituality's warning, he knew that this man had a problem.
...What kind of problem?
Klein turned his head and looked at the mostly untouched grilled Dixi fish before him. He elegantly yet swiftly finished his dinner, then quickly returned to his room to perform a divination.
Behind the grayish-white mist was a black-and-white photograph in the dream. The person in it wore a pure black double-breasted clergyman's robe and a soft hat. He had a high nose bridge, tightly pressed lips, facial features like those of a classical sculpture, and not a single wrinkle. His most striking feature was that he was blind in one eye.
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