Ririko sat on the carpet in her room, surrounded by delivery boxes.
She left her phone beside her and let it buzz incessantly with messages.
She sorted the deliveries into several piles:
Several sets of expensive luxury skincare products, colorful makeup palettes, exquisite dresses, and glittering little pieces of jewelry...
Ririko glanced sideways at the phone vibrating as though it were having a seizure, taking in every message from Bird Man.
She grabbed the last delivery box, tore off the tape, and opened the lid. Inside lay a Clown Doll.
Red hair, a purple suit, a pale face... It looked exactly like the one Jerome had given her in Arkham.
She had searched Taobao for ages before finally finding the same design at a shop that made custom dolls by hand.
She had promptly ordered one, and now it had finally arrived.
Ugly as the doll was, sleeping alone in a two-meter-wide bed always left her feeling that something was missing.
In the end, she had actually started missing the doll that had kept her company through those anxious days in Arkham.
She reached out and stroked the doll's red hair. The yarn felt soft, just like Red-Haired Dog's hair.
On closer inspection, she realized that both its hair color and hairstyle were identical to Red-Haired Dog's.
Something wasn't right.
She twisted the doll's head.
The head twisted off its neck, revealing a ring of tiny writing around it.
She leaned under the light to look-the numbers appeared to be a date, a time, a road code, and a street number.
The date and time were ten that Sunday night.
She picked up her phone and entered the road code and street number into the map.
A location popped up: 17 Owlman Street, the Man in the Mirror Bar.
She