A dim and shabby corridor, many doors with signs, smoke curling around.
"Where is this?"
Standing in the corridor, Lu Li looked out the window shrouded in mist.
"Jones Psychiatric Clinic," the psychologist answered.
"Which city?"
"...Belfast." The psychologist quietly opened the drawer, knowing how to handle this type of "patient": "Are you here to inquire or are you a patient with an appointment?"
Black eyes calmly surveyed the clinic, Lu Li said nothing and left the clinic.
The wooden stairs transferred beneath him, as Lu Li retreated downstairs into the dim light at the end——
The dimness receded, the landscape revealed was neither a yellowed swamp nor the awaiting Silver Cross·Sloan and Mildred Hampri.
The sting of the air with the arrival of mist vanished due to the industrial district's shutdown. Pedestrians on the streets were slightly more numerous than the previous days, though the ladies still hadn't removed the black veils covering their faces.
