Giantwood City.
When they returned, autumn had already arrived in the Northern Region.
They had been away for almost a year.
The city was as lively as ever, its streets bustling with traffic and throngs of visitors.
The sight stirred deep feelings in Herta. After all, in those nightly nightmares, Giantwood City had already been reduced to ruins.
Yet the city before them was still so prosperous.
It felt like a dream.
Like a bubble ready to burst.
They entered the city under false identities and found temporary lodgings near the Funeral Association.
This neighborhood was relatively quiet, making it a good place to lie low.
Once they had settled in, Number Seven hurried to Giantwood University to look for her older sister, Number Six.
Nightmares tormented her every night. The blood in that sealed chamber had already risen past her neck.
At this rate, she would be completely submerged in blood within a week at most.
What would happen then?
Would she suffocate in her nightmare?
Number Seven did not dare think about it.
She only wanted to find Number Six and learn what was behind all this.
Accompanied by Kafka, she went to Giantwood University in disguise.
Number Six's information was still on the faculty board. Number Seven found the class she taught and asked the students there about her.
The students said their teacher had not come to class for several months.
Number Seven found her sister's office. Everything on her desk was already covered in dust.
She asked the colleagues in the office and learned that Number Six had gone away on a research trip.
Where had she gone? How long would she be away? They did not know. That information was confidential.
Number Seven grew even more uneasy, her steps becoming unsteady.
Kafka asked: