Midnight, Ealing District, Johns Street.
Clack... Clack... Clack...
The hard heels striking the stone pavement echoed sonorously, and amidst the hazy fog, two patrolmen equipped with batons and revolvers passed by Freya's villa, scanning the surroundings and leaving no corner unchecked.
As soon as the patrolmen moved on, Marvin appeared from the darkness. After confirming the address, he stuffed a wooden doll soaked in water into the mailbox by the street, then doused it with kerosene and lit it.
Whoosh!
Flames soared, pushing back the darkness and casting Marvin's face in a crimson glow. Billowing smoke ascended into the sky and soon caught the attention of the patrolmen. The sound of police whistles pierced the night, quickly spreading through the quiet.
After completing this task, Marvin once again activated Mud Shadow Magic and left Johns Street, heading for the emergency contact point set up by the intelligence organization in London—an underground gambling den.
