The wooden wheels churned through the mud, filthy sludge splashed all around, and the rain hammered against the glass, merging into droplets that slid down, leaving behind long, smeared trails.
"The Rose Phantom certainly isn't an ordinary person."
Rocking from side to side on the carriage heading towards the city, seated next to Holmes, Police Supervisor McMillan chewed on chocolate that was so sweet it was almost sickening, his pristine teeth now stained a muddy brown-black.
"He is the most formidable phantom thief in the Kingdom of Windsor!"
McMillan took a sip from a silver flask, glanced at Marvin and Holmes, and asked, "What's your plan for tonight? I haven't heard it yet."
"Are you very curious?" Marvin asked.
"...Look at you, talking like that, Priest. I'm the Police Supervisor, the one mainly in charge tonight. Shouldn't I naturally know the details?"
"Indeed, but unfortunately, Mr. Holmes and I don't have any plan."
