The door to the grayish-white old house creaked open, needing no key to grant access.
Inside, chaos reigned, with assorted items strewn about, as if someone had burglarized the place.
Valentine surveyed the disarray and remarked, "Someone's made off with valuable items from here."
His gaze fell upon the open and empty doors to the first-floor rooms, evidence of heavy boxes that once occupied the space.
"We're too late. The entrustee's companion must have sensed trouble and moved out," Imre lamented.
The Purifiers fanned out, scouring the cramped area for clues.
Before long, Angoulême discovered a handful of white papers scattered near the stairwell's edge. He carefully examined them in the sunlight.
Taking a pencil from his pocket, he began to gently shade one of the papers.
Gradually, faint marks emerged, forming a few legible words: "Albert Goncourt… Underground… Riot… Time…"
