Two days later, in the evening, in the Pingcheng District of Silvertown, Flandre, warden of the Rose Iron Prison Core Zone, got off the public carriage and turned into an alley flanked on both sides by residential buildings.
As a high-ranking prison guard in her forties, she rarely had to work shifts like the new guards who just started, working in the morning and off in the evening, with a few night shifts each month. Overall, her life was fairly regular.
She arrived at her own doorstep, took out her keys, inserted them into the lock, and turned—immediately frowning.
The door wasn't locked.
Her children had their own families and had moved to other districts, leaving only her and her husband in the old house. Her husband was a cartographer for the city hall and had been incredibly busy with projects recently; he had also mentioned he would be working through the night today.
Why would he suddenly come back?
With such doubts, Flandre opened the door and entered her home.
