Before dawn, the night's shadow over Messer City had begun to thin. A period of tranquility revived the specially charming city, yet few human figures appeared, with most citizens still immersed in their dreams.
Between Central District and Blank District, at the police station entrance, a convoy was about to leave.
The most eye-catching part of the convoy was undoubtedly the dark, heavy truck in the middle, carried by several Transcendent agents. They were hoisting a prison made of some special gray metal, shrouded in black cloth, making it impossible to see who was imprisoned inside.
It was only known that this "prisoner" must have been brought out from inside the police station.
When the heavy truck's cargo door shut with a rumbling sound, at the front of the convoy, a bald middle-aged investigator, expressionless, bade farewell to the station's staff with a friendly tone.
