Within Raphael Cemetery in Tingen City.
The winter sunlight fell lukewarmly upon the cold gravestones. Rather than bringing even a trace of warmth, it made them seem all the more gloomy and frigid.
Leonard stood before a gravestone, quietly gazing at the Stone Tablet before him.
The night before last, he had dreamed of his former colleague, Klein Moretti, who had died before his very eyes.
There was nothing unusual about that. In fact, over the past half year, he had dreamed of that former teammate more than once: dreamed of him being killed by Ince Zangwill, dreamed of his brother and sister grieving.
Although such dreams had become increasingly rare with the passage of time, he still occasionally recalled the scene from that day. Yet this time, the dream had been especially clear.
That vivid image, Klein's appearance and voice, his demeanor, his expressions, everything about him had been so clear. Yet because of that, Klein had seemed somewhat unreal in his dream—somewhat... familiar.
Then, another figure from his memories overlapped with him!
The back Jana remembered, the ghost atop Kapin Mansion, and the figure he had once brushed past in the East Borough!
He had almost immediately awakened from the dream upon seeing those overlapping figures. Though he suspected it was merely his imagination, he had still conducted an investigation. Then, under the pretext of a previous joint case with the Machinery Church, he had seen a photograph of Sherlock Moriarty.
And so, he had come here.
"Old Man, are you sure that dream wasn't influenced by an outside force?"
Leonard gripped the iron shovel planted beside him tightly. Though he no longer needed to hesitate after coming here, he still asked as if talking to himself.
"I'm not certain. But I can at least guarantee that Beyonders