The Gentleman Hall's doors were already attended by a high-class carriage waiting outside,
prioritizing Mr. Helvoye to board first,
the old coroner, who was born an elder, wrapped himself up so tightly that no wind could seep through,
wearing an old-fashioned rounded hat, a light brown standing-collar coat, a dark red tie, and a white shirt with vertical stripes.
Under his trousers, he wore a pair of well-fitted galoshes, or rather, a unique type of shoe gear of his own.
His hands were also covered in black gloves fashioned from a rubber-like material,
and the only visible parts of his face were his aquiline nose and the surrounding wrinkles,
Having retired from Zion, and considering the extensions of human lifespan due to the breaking of limits, I estimate this esteemed elder to be around one hundred years old.
