Griffin fretted that Percival might actually break Leopold in two, so she quickly wheeled his chair away from the scene.

Percival glanced in the direction the pair had escaped.

“Fine,” he thought, “Someday I’ll show ’em some old-school roughhousing!”

“Mr. Wolf, any luck running into Kenneth?” Vivienne strolled up and asked.

Suddenly inspired, she considered creating a new fragrance, a companion to the “Old Man” scent—calling it “Old Ruffian”.

Percival nodded. “Yeah, he looked pretty down, not even watching where he was going.”

“Ah, to be young again.” Karen chuckled.

After a brief discussion outside the ward about Dracon and Gillian’s situation, the group was about to head out for a meal when Karen’s cell phone rang.

It was Willa Perez.

Ever since Karen had returned to the Perez family, Willa had been conspicuously absent.

Karen had tried to reach out a few times, but Willa’s obsession ran deep; she wanted to track down F-Poison before returning to the Perez family.

Karen respected that. Willa had her own path to follow.

The unexpected message from Willa now piqued Karen’s curiosity.

The text contained a photo of a university gate abroad.

That very university was where Flynn had studied overseas—the same place F-Poison had once been.

Karen took a deep breath. “Willa’s on to F-Poison’s trail. Hopefully, she digs up some leads.”

In Scepter Country, Willa stared at the university’s gate and strode through with determination.

The campus was alive with the vigor of youth.

Every student, regardless of gender, wore bright smiles as if nourished by honey.

across the field, her attire clashing

fashion spared

by Willa’s

all the signals around her,

of a shooting that had occurred

world, the monument bore

lay

found the one that was both familiar and foreign to

known

lain hidden here for so long, commemorated

Shameless!

studied the name, her eyes betraying scorn, anger, and a complex web

so full

Who was her mother?

purpose

remorseless, conscienceless monster truly love his wife

Willa was baffled.

the point of her existence in this

were legacies, treasures, and the continuation

And her?

world—if there was anything she shared with other children, it

of a creator’s evil, shadowy

fists clenched as she stared

sun warmed her jacket, but it couldn’t match the heat in

monument honor someone you knew?”

to see an older man dressed as a gardener, his hair silvered with

“No, nobody,” she replied.

so sad; I thought maybe you were missing a family member. It’s best that you’re not,” the man said as he arranged

he was speaking to himself or Willa when he added, “I was here cleaning when the shooting happened, right in this spot.

was taken aback.

to

and said, “Yes, him. A very genteel man from

furrowed. He saved

How is that possible?

could you tell me more about what happened back then? I’m

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