Night, Goose City.
"Third watch of the hour of the Rat, all is safe—" said the Watchman as he walked alone, carrying a lantern through the cold, quiet streets, striking the gong to mark the time.
The sound of the gong was dull, scaring away a wild cat foraging in the shallow gutter, which darted haphazardly into a dark alley.
Suddenly, a faint gust of wind swept over the Watchman's head. He was startled, interrupting the yawn he was halfway through, and hastily looked up, only to see the eaves of the high buildings and the deep night sky.
Remembering the strange tales circulating among the townsfolk, the Watchman shuddered and, taking large, quick strides, fled the street.
「County Jail.」
