The night had deepened, and the streets were sparsely populated.
A woman in a red coat walked quietly along the street, holding a book whose name was invisible in one hand and in the other, a somewhat dreary black phone.
"Hehe, you really went?" The voice on the phone belonged to a boy, perceptibly young.
"Hmm... With such high stakes, I had to see the chips for myself." The woman spoke softly, her tone laced with a touch of amusement.
"How does it feel?"
"Nothing special, except he looks somewhat similar... Hmm... I mean, he's not contagious at all!" the woman replied.
"What about after that? Does he have anything to do with those bastards who call themselves 'Crows'?"
"How could that possibly be discerned? We've been investigating for so many years and can't find anything except their numbers, let alone who the members are."
"Hehe, don't be too optimistic. Even the numbers might be misinformation they released on purpose, after all, too many people know about this..."
