Silverwing Express platform.
Compared to when he had come before, the platform was now packed with people.
More than half of them were not actually there to take the train. They were merely civilians taking shelter from the rain.
Angel stood behind the crowd, yet no one noticed him. Even when people brushed past him, no one sensed anything amiss.
Without a doubt, Nightmare Illusion had already filled the space around Angel.
Not even mechanical patrol dogs could detect Angel hidden within the Nightmare Illusion.
Angel silently stood behind the crowd, waiting for the Silverwing Express to arrive.
As he waited, Angel also investigated Gleipnir's situation.
As expected, the instant the white-dressed female ghost vanished, Gleipnir entered the task challenge space.
Guided by fluctuations of authority, Angel had already used his God's-eye view to see Gleipnir's current circumstances: she was in a cramped room, observing her surroundings.
Angel gave the room a rough once-over. Messy sheets of paper lay everywhere, each bearing a fashion design. Yet most of the designs had been crumpled into balls and thrown onto the floor.
Clearly, the room's former owner had an abnormal obsession with design, but no matter how she designed, she seemed unable to meet her own expectations.
The chaotic strokes on the few design sketches atop the desk revealed certain aspects of the room owner's personality: madness, conflicted obstinacy, and paranoia.
In particular, Angel spotted quite a few design sketches stained with blood.
That further confirmed that the room's former owner had an extremely radical personality.
If the viewpoint pulled farther back, he could see that the room was on the fourth floor of a certain high-rise.
Below the building lay the Lakeheart Corridor of Sona District... From afar, he could see the shimmering ripples on the water below.
As for anywhere