"So, what needs to be done now?"
Having fully understood the situation and adjusted his mindset, Shard asked. The current situation seemed no more dangerous than when someone had pointed a gun at his head moments ago.
"Find the nodes of the ritual."
Miss Annette pulled her skirt over her feet and took a handful of shiny powder from a small pocket at her waist. She placed the powder in her palm, and with her lipstick-coated lips, she gently blew, scattering the powder, which seemed to hover in the air under the gaslight.
The blood mist had already blurred everything in front of her, and now with that dust, the corridor became even more elusive. Miss Annette took off her ruby hairpin, touched it lightly with her fingers, and handed it to Shard:
