Roscommon's development had been driven by the crowds drawn in by the Madhouse Theater.
At the boundary between the wealthy and the common folk stood a small square, serving as the dividing line between rich and poor...
"What are we doing here?"
Cassandra had one arm linked through Cypher's, her head tilted in puzzlement.
She meant to ask why they were not going to the abandoned factory where Gringdon Black was being held.
Cypher understood her confusion and naturally explained.
"This is where Gringdon and the others were attacked!"
Cypher also told Cassandra that he had found no traces of anyone else at the abandoned factory where Gringdon Black and Eileen Prince had been held.
"All right, it looks like they were imprisoned in different places. Did you see who attacked them?"
"Um... not really..."
On the way, Cypher had also told Cassandra about reading Gringdon Black's memories.
At the time, Cassandra had said that she wanted to see Gringdon Black's memories too.
But Cypher had rejected the idea outright.
Because in Gringdon Black's memories, he and Eileen Prince had done some things that would summon the Censor.
"We're here. This is where Gringdon was knocked unconscious."
On the cobblestone road, Cypher abruptly stopped. Cassandra reluctantly released his arm, glanced around, and got to work.
After all, there had been six of them, yet only Gringdon Black and Eileen Prince had been rescued so far.
Their senior, Avenia Rupert, Wagner Mathis, and his two little followers were still missing.
Under Cassandra's inspection, the surrounding environment gradually came into view.
At the center of the square stood a clock tower over ten meters tall. It was utterly plain, built from bluestone blocks without the slightest decorative carving, though there was some crooked graffiti around its base.
A fountain pool surrounded the