The Underground City's Fog Zone.
Alice and Karen had taken cover behind a relatively dry mushroom rock at the edge of the Fog Zone.
Karen frowned, his gaze trying to pierce the milky-white wall of fog. He lowered his voice, his tone laced with clear confusion.
"Ma'am, this godforsaken place is full of fog and teeming with venomous insects. It's perfect for thieves who can move stealthily."
"What was that kid Yano thinking? Hiding in here is like walking right into a trap, isn't it?"
"Should we follow him in?"
Alice's gaze was as calm as still water, as if it could pierce through the dense fog.
"Karen, since he dares to use himself as bait to lure 'Rusted Key,' he must have something else in mind. Beneath that reckless exterior, there might be a scheme we haven't seen through."
"As for following him in, there's no need. This is a thief's home turf. Moriarty could be hiding in any corner. We'll just wait here to spring the trap."
"Understood, Ma'am."
