In the underground area of Saint Samuel Church, a black-haired, green-eyed member of the Red Gloves made his way to a spacious room with practiced familiarity.
Bookshelves stood inside, lined with numerous case files. A woman clad in a black robe sat leisurely in a high-backed chair, reading one of them.
Hearing footsteps, the woman spoke without looking up. "Leonard, what are you doing here? I don't have any tea or coffee to offer you."
The Red Glove stood near the doorway and nodded. "Good morning, Miss Daly."
The woman in the high-backed chair raised her head. With her blue eyeshadow and blush, she possessed an uncanny beauty. "My intuition tells me something is on your mind."
"Don't tell me you've fallen for me?"
"Then you'll have to be enthusiastic and take the initiative. Don't be like a certain someone..." Daly paused noticeably here, then quickly continued, "In short, sometimes men shouldn't be too gentlemanly. But you should know that I wouldn't fall for a young man like you. I've even begun to like certain rotten, dead things, and you certainly don't possess those qualities."
Leonard shrugged, then said quietly, "There's some news. Until just now, I was still hesitating over whether to tell you."
"But..."
"I think you need to know."
Daly lazily lifted the case file. "What news?"
"Ince Zangwill has appeared in Damir Port."
The moment Leonard finished speaking, a cold, sinister wind swept through the room, sending the files on the bookshelves flying and whipping Daly's hair into the air.
She stood up and slowly turned to face Leonard, looking like a vengeful demoness who had emerged from hell. "Are you certain?"
Leonard nodded. "A dedicated team has already gone to deal with it. Besides, he's in Damir Port. There's no way you can get there