Esme Crane reminisces about the petty ruins of her life's memory. Her previous life. She couldn't remember who her parents were, but one thing she was pretty sure of, she moved out at the age of sixteen. Of course, the paperwork was difficult for her, but in a short time, she was able to adjust to her new living situation. The apartment complex she lived in belonged to her father, he probably just wanted her to disappear from his sight as soon as possible. But why she was kicked out of the house, she has no memory of them. She fends for herself and earns a living, a florist shop is an ideal location for that. The owner of the store is a very gentle and kind person, he has accepted her as a part-time job in his shop. The summer months are when she is at the flower shop the most. The money she earns is used to pay for school fees and personal living expenses. Her life remained so peaceful during the three years of high school. In college, she had another incident. What it was, she st

The night was uneventful. It was just after dawn when Esme Crane was already walking above the foggy country roads. She used a rag as a headscarf to wrap her face so as not to be recognized. Her footsteps are hurried and she looks around, describing herself as furtive. The incandescent day, on the other hand, is the outdoor prayer day in this world, probably because most people are religious. On this day, most people will gather in the central church or square of their residential area for a long daytime mass. England in the mid-nineteenth century because of the first industrial revolution, the city began to fill the air with industrial soot, coupled with the temperate maritime climate brought about by the perennial rain and fog, its capital city of London gradually has the name of the fog capital. It wasn't long before she reached Emerson, a river that runs south of Zocta, a tributary of the Dorrans River that runs through the entire city of Zocta, and the town of Emerson is named

After about an hour and a half, Esme Crane, who had taken a hot shower in Ann's apartment and changed into a neat and clean dress, finally sat down at the table to eat her breakfast. Hungry, she resisted the urge to gobble up all the beans, mashed potatoes, bacon, and fried eggs on her plate in small bites, and finally poured a large cup of fragrant milk tea into her belly, feeling her soul out of her body and finally having a sense of the reality of being alive. She searched her memory as she ate, remembering that Esme Crane didn't have many suitors, instead she had been bullied growing up and didn't seem to have many friends except Ann. Everyone else disliked her and insulted her as a freak. The woman's looks were beautiful, at least from Esme Crane's own aesthetic point of view extremely good, mixed-race face always outstanding. Her skin is pale but delicate and smooth without blemishes, her eyebrows have the picturesque quality of oriental beauty, a pair of beautiful almond eyes

Isaac seemed to have said everything he wanted to say at once and relapsed into silence. Esme Crane didn't try to talk to Isaac either, she could feel Isaac's kindness and equally his detachment. Zocta South Station is the largest train station in Zocta, and the huge dome design gives Esme Crane a strong sense of the King's Cross station. After the train entered the station, Isaac instructed Esme Crane to get off the train and wait for him at the bench by the conductor's lounge, as he still needed to finish his work before he could leave. Isaac joked with the two while pushing open the saloon door and walked into the bar. esme Crane watched coldly the whole time without saying a word and then also stepped into the bar. The smell of bad tobacco, sweat, body odor, and alcohol made Esme Crane's brain hurt. She frowned and followed Isaac, all the way to the edge of the bar. Suddenly there was a slap on the back, "Ah!" Esme Crane cried out in shock, and her whole body jumped up. "Heh!" E

Esme Crane could not help but feel good as she ran out of the distance with a strong breeze in her face. Esme Crane had been an athlete before, but she had never run with her legs as fast as she did today. When she finally stopped, a strong feeling of hunger grabbed her nerves. By the time she got back to her hotel room, Esme Crane had already eaten her fill at a small restaurant next door to the hotel, which was closed at night because of the curfew in Zocta. In addition to pen, ink and paper, she also bought some miscellaneous but very practical gadgets, compared to pen, ink and paper is really very cheap. For example, a military kettle-style backpack iron pot, the capacity is very considerable, on the back of the body can always be hydrated. A small dagger for cutting things and a pair of scissors will certainly come in handy. Without thinking about it, every cell in Esme Crane's body leapt to its feet, desperate to test out the new powers she had acquired, so she headed straight