"This would be trespassing, wouldn't it?" asked Chris. However, his tone was not that of concern, but excitement. The siblings had walked back to the warehouse to look for objects that Crane could use to make a puppet of some sort. As per their expectation, the door was locked, so they couldn't get in easily. On top of that, it was not a wooden door, but a heavy steel door, so they wouldn't be able to easily break it. The door was the size double the size of a normal door, and it looked to be very thick. "You sound excited," Catherine teased. "No, I am very worried about my siblings well being. What if we got caught and got thrown in jail?" Chris's face was contorted comically. "Knowing you, I'm sure you'll be able to escape easily," Catherine replied, "So make sure you save this sister of yours too," "Why not me too?" Crane protested. "Because I'm sure you'll be fine on your own," she shrugged, "Anyway, I don't suppose we can force open this door. Chris, do you think you can fin

Crane kept the money safe inside the shirt that he was wearing and the siblings left the hidden room after making sure there was no more secret contained there. With the puppet in his arm, he looked like a young father carrying his son. Chris tucked his new knife by the sheath on his pants, covering it with his untucked shirt, while Catherine simply put the rune stones in each of her pockets. The three of them were now armed, and they felt more confident in exploring the new world. Leaving the warehouse through the heavy steel door, they carefully observed their surrounding. "No one's around," Chris, who had the best eyesight among them, led the way. "This area seems to be abnormally quiet. I have a theory that we were transported in this spot, not by accident, but this is a designated spot for that for some reason," Crane nodded. "This whole Maggazino Street seems to be the quiet area," Catherine said, looking at the street name on the building on her left. The moment they lef

Wee Woo! The sounds of police sirens blazing past in the distance could be heard from the street where the Wrights lived. People were curious and the street was busier and noisier than usual that afternoon. "What's going on, Mrs. Camerino? Why have there been a lot of sirens since last night?" Crane was out shopping for fresh meat at the butcher near his new house. It was a hot afternoon in Vieste, so he was only wearing a loose shirt and a pair of shorts, showing off his sunburned skin. As a Votary, he didn't feel a lot of pain from sunburn, so he thought that he might as well work on his tan. "Oh, Mr. Wright. You're new here, so you must have not heard it. It's also on today's paper! Another murder! Oh, the horror!" the robust lady in her mid-fifties said dramatically as she was chopping the meat into pieces, "the Brownies must be really desperate now to catch the killer." "Murder? Brownies?" Crane raised his eyebrow in confusion. "Oh, silly me. We call them coppers Brownies be