The next morning, Joahna Moriarty walked briskly into the grand marble halls of the Royal Police headquarters. The building was bustling with activity as officers moved about, but her focus was singular. She headed straight to the records department, determined to dig up everything available on Hell's Kitchen.
After greeting the clerk, a wiry man with a perpetual scowl, she presented her request. "I need all records and reports related to Hell's Kitchen."
The clerk gave her a curious look but complied. He led her to a small, dimly lit room lined with shelves of neatly organized files. Joahna sat at the lone table in the center and waited as the clerk brought her a thick stack of documents.
