Autumn decent upon the drippy and cool city of Nem, the lights of which had difficulty piercing through the thick fog that never seemed to subside. A slender man in his late twenties, climbed the marble steps of an unassuming library, and made for the librarian in a hurry. He withdrew his gloves and cleaned his gold rimmed glasses. She knew him, far more well than he cared, but he depended upon her loyalty and resources. The woman shut a thick text in which she had been writing.
She asked in a hushed voice, “So? What did you find about the killer, Lock?”
Lock scratched his eyebrow, “The young maiden was clawed to