In the dark and deserted back alley,
Lumian carefully navigated the maze of discarded refuse infested with rats and cockroaches. His movements were deliberate, alternating between rapid dashes and cautious steps, sudden changes in direction, and even a few circles, as if he were evading an unseen pursuer.
Finally, he arrived at Rue des Blouses Blanches and entered the seemingly "abandoned" safe house, whose lease had not yet expired.
Following a process, he pulled the heavy curtains shut and meticulously inspected every corner of the room.
Compared to before, he not only eradicated the bedbugs and routed the rats but he also left no room for tiny, rice-grain-sized flying insects. He demanded absolute cleanliness.
With that done, Lumian seated himself at the table. He smoothed out a sheet of paper and began to write.
"Honorable Madame Hela,
