Kiera was in the middle of a lively conversation with a customer at her brothel when her phone lit up once. She saw the name and excused herself.
She frowned when she read the message. She had asked for the photos, but Alice encouraged her to come to Mistvale and meet the doctor in person.
"This is ridiculous," she muttered.
Then she called her investigator. The call was answered quickly.
"Hello, Madam Kiera. Is something wrong? It's quite late," he asked, yawning several times.
"Tsk… where is the information I asked for? Why have you been quiet for so long? And… why does your voice sound different?"
She caught the change in the young man's voice—it sounded deeper than before.
"About the information—I do have it. I just couldn't deliver it. I caught an infectious disease and was quarantined for two weeks," he said, his voice sounding weak, still rough from recovery.
"Huh? You caught a disease and ended up in quarantine?" Kiera was stunned.
