Edited: 07/01/23
Act I
Chapter VII
Odd Secrets
As the warehouse came into view, Aether couldn't help but wonder about the secrets concealed within this Liyue "Syndicate." He tightened the grip on his new blade, its edge lacking the sharpness it once possessed.
Gone were the days when he was a naive traveler, stumbling into trouble with a mischievous pixie by his side. The events in Snezhnaya had changed him, and the deaths of Diluc and Jean at the hands of a corrupted comrade, coupled with the news of Mondstadt's fall, had shattered his spirit. The absence of Paimon was a loss that still weighed heavily on Aether's heart.
But enough was enough. He had grown tired of being on the losing side.
The warehouse, once the hub of the administrator of civilian affairs, had fallen into the hands of thugs. The compound was now barricaded, guarded by two burly men at the front entrance. Aether observed a dozen more individuals bustling about, handling crates and securing goods inside. Rushing in without a plan would be foolish, but the element of surprise could work to his advantage, whether through stealth or explosive tactics.
Aether opted for the latter.
His main concern was the presence of this "Sheng" within the compound. A clash with a vision user was not something he felt confident about, but he needed to resolve this swiftly. While the loud explosions would undoubtedly attract the attention of the Millelith, Aether couldn't afford to worry about the Qixing's wrath. He was desperate to uncover more about the Syndicate's operations and structure, navigating unfamiliar territory in the process.
Kaeya had been a mentor to him, teaching him the intricacies of espionage and the art of sabotage. Gathering intelligence while weakening the enemy were Kaeya's strengths as he led a remnant of the Knights of Favonius.
Since the fall of Mondstadt and the subsequent disappearance of Noelle's forces, coupled with the absence of any communication, Kaeya had no choice but to push the surviving members of the knights into a battle from which they might not emerge unscathed. He had to adapt and overcome immense challenges in order to oppose the Unknown God.
With Rosaria's assistance, Kaeya successfully established a new branch of the knights known as the Ordo Tenebris—the shadow that cast its darkness over their shattered honor. Though not all of them were suited for such clandestine operations, the squads of veteran knights proved to be formidable allies. Both the seasoned and the new members demonstrated unwavering resolve and courage during their victory at the siege of Fontaine.
Sadly, during the war's climax, the Pillars and the remnants of the Traitor Armies hunted down the Ordo Tenebris, and Kaeya fell during the assault on Celestia. Only a dozen knights stood by Aether's side when he attacked the Abyssal Fortress, and now he stood as the sole survivor of their once-proud order.
It pained him to know that he still relied on the skills he had acquired during the war, even though victory had eluded them.
The fish market and shipyard were devoid of life, with only a few scattered civilians visible on the outskirts. Aether was relieved that there wasn't a large crowd to contend with, unlike his previous infiltration of the Bakufu in Inazuma. The haunting memory of terrified screams made him reconsider using such tactics, but desperation could lead a person astray. Aether knew better than to dismiss that truth.
The unsuspecting pair of guards carried on with their duties, oblivious to the imminent danger. A small, glowing red flask rolled before them, catching them off guard. Speed was Aether's objective, and with the power of Anemo coursing through his legs once again, he felt the exhilarating rush of wind as he swiftly bypassed the debris and lifeless bodies that littered the entrance of the compound.
As two corpses thudded onto the cold floor, the remaining guards became bewildered and alert. They couldn't perceive the sudden snap of their comrades' necks as darkness engulfed them. Four guards, positioned farthest from the entrance, readied their crossbows and spotted a figure swiftly incapacitating their allies. Without hesitation, they aimed, but Aether was even faster. He produced another flask, which exploded in a cloud of smoke, obstructing the view of his new adversaries.
Two of the four archers released their arrows, their shots missing the now concealed figure amidst the thick cloud of smoke. The remaining two archers, on high alert, had their trigger fingers twitching at the slightest hint of movement. Suddenly, they felt a slight tremor beneath them, and before they could react, Geo rocks surged from the ground, propelling them into unconsciousness.
Within the lingering smoke, Aether furrowed his brow. He observed that the rocks he manipulated were smaller than usual. Typically towering at heights of seven to ten feet, the constructs he summoned this time stood at less than five feet. Nevertheless, they proved sufficient to incapacitate his adversaries.
Ten seconds. Though the scene felt elongated to Aether, he had grown accustomed to such heightened perception. His attention snapped towards a sudden scream of terror, realizing that the few civilians gathered nearby were now fleeing for their lives, likely attempting to divert the attention of the Millelith. The billowing smoke from the explosion veiled his actions effectively.
He knew he would be long gone before the Millelith arrived to investigate. Only lifeless bodies and swirling dust would remain as evidence of his presence.
Shifting his attention to the back of the compound, Aether's gaze settled upon a small building that he suspected housed their more illicit items. It wouldn't come as a surprise to him if he discovered drugs or other illegal contraband inside. Utilizing his Geo powers, Aether flung a piece of rubble towards the wooden door, breaking it open. He strode forward without hesitation and found himself face to face with a single crate and an abundance of scattered papers. Intriguing.
Making a beeline for the documents on the table, Aether examined the intricate writings that adorned the parchment. Sheathing his blade, he leaned in closer for a better look. Unfortunately, all he found were ramblings about excavation and research, with no trace of the delicate documents that could implicate the Syndicate in their more covert crimes. It seemed to be nothing more than a fruitless endeavor, a waste of his precious time.
Moving closer to the crate, Aether's eyes focused on the inscriptions in Liyue's native language, written in blood-red ink, warning of fragility and brittleness. His curiosity piqued further as he discovered a small piece of paper placed on top, bearing the message: "For Bubu Pharmacy, please deliver immediately. From Professor Ju to Dr. Tianshan..."
Aether was familiar with Bubu Pharmacy and its owner, Dr. Baishu. However, the mention of a Tianshan was entirely new to him. Considering the context of the past, he surmised that this individual must also be connected to the pharmacy.
His intrigue deepened as he uncovered another note, clearly intended for a member of the syndicate. It read: "...the boss wants the corpse to be transported to the Wangsheng office in the mountains. Leave the medical supplies to us, but the corpse must find its way to the afterlife. Lord Sheng insists on it..."
A corpse? Aether's expression turned grim as he stared at the crate, a sense of unease washing over him. While he had grown accustomed to such sights, the contents of this particular crate were none of his concern. Yet, an insatiable curiosity gnawed at him. Taking a leap of faith, Aether dropped the note and cautiously opened the top of the crate. He expected to be unnerved, but what he discovered was beyond his imagination. It was indeed a "corpse," compelling him to metaphorically punch himself in the face.
What terrible luck he had encountered today.
Inside the crate, Aether found it filled with hay, a common packing material, alongside boxes adorned with a design reflective of Liyue's cultural heritage. However, what truly angered him was the presence of a massive piece of solidified amber. Encased within it was the small, hunched body of a familiar friend. Qiqi, with her tattered clothes stained in blood, her short legs covered by white stockings, and mummy-like bandages wrapped around her form. A tattered talisman clung to her light purple hair.
Compared to her future self, frozen in this amber prison, Qiqi seemed to have fared better in the past. Although she bore some injuries and her clothes were stained, she remained intact, unlike the dismembered state Aether had witnessed before. The wounds she had previously sustained seemed to have been healed by her newfound zombie-like form, along with the emergence of her Adeptal abilities.
Clutched between her arms, a small circular gem appeared to be held tightly, as if it were a lifeline. Perhaps it was, as Aether couldn't help but imagine the final moments Qiqi had experienced before being encased within the amber.
Faced with such a predicament, Aether realized the urgency of the situation. He cursed under his breath, realizing he had no other choice but to take a risky action. Was he about to do something foolish? So be it. Now, he needed to find a secure hiding place.
Uncertain if the location was accessible, Aether swiftly stowed the crate within himself, along with the documents scattered on the table. Without hesitation, he made his way out. As several Millelith personnel finally arrived at the shattered gates, they were greeted by the sight of destruction, lifeless bodies, and dissipating smoke carried away by the wind.
Unbeknownst to them, a shadowy figure ascended the stairs leading above the warehouse, leaving no trace of their presence behind. They remained unseen by the perplexed Millelith, who were unable to discern the individual's swift escape.
Kaeya found it odd that Lord Crepus lauded the presence of the Gunnhildrs as an ill omen.
Not that he blamed his foster father, it was a sensitive situation with Jean and Varka alone, Kaeya could not even grasp the troubles Lord Seamus and Lady Frederica could bring. But they were a kind and benevolent host, and he learned at an early age that being amenable could go far even among uncertain allies. Or terrible foes, once Lord Crepus taught, and once Kaeya found laughable.
Glancing to a nearby window, Kaeya can already see the separate wing alight with heavy activity. Servants of House Ragnvindr loaned to commence a feast for the Gunnhildr family, jubilated and celebrate the safe return of their heir. Kaeya found that rather amusing, knowing the true intention of the dinner taking place.
Too bad he was not invited, and not without the lack of trying. Kaeya was courteous at first, inquiring father the lack of any polite invitations to the hosting family as it was required. Lord Crepus, as predictable as ever, answered with a polite sense of privacy to the family- who had recently faced a small crisis with Jean's disappearance.
It is not our place on the table, son. You know this better than most, even your own brother.
Kaeya was really tempted to bite back a sarcastic reply that the table they will use for tonight's dinner was technically House Ragnvindr's, but fought back on it. He knew better than to prod Lord Crepus' graciousness, as Kaeya always did. This time was different. There was something odd in the man's face, something that contrived him. Kaeya urged to know why.
But that time isn't now, he realized.
Kaeya and Diluc were called back in haste, fearing for enemies that didn't come. Then they learned what enemies and why, but Kaeya despised the inaction. Jean, and other victims, were kidnapped in the night and disappeared with nary a trace. The Abyss Order, or was mistaken to be, acted cruelly by abducting children of nobility, Varka riding out to face them, and a mysterious savior appearing out of the blue.
That wasn't even the worst part. The same morning before the battle took place, was a different morning than most, as the winds and sun were alive than ever. Kaeya and Diluc basking in the presence of someone they thought would be lost in the ravages of cruel reality.
Kaeya loved Genevra, more than Lord Crepus admittedly. Whilst the man invited Kaeya to his home, it was Lady Genevra that welcomed him with warmth. Showered him with praise, gave him gifts that meant more like swords and books, and even swore to love him like her own son. Her word was the most precious reward Kaeya received, and he swore as well to never taint or betray her kind promise.
He lived like a proud son of Genevra, growing strong and smart. Kaeya hoped to make her proud, by earning a high rank like Cavalry Captain when he grew up. The only problem is, Diluc was more talented than Kaeya. More loved by Genevra.
And he did not resent Diluc for it, as Kaeya treasures him more than the sun and stars.
His brother was the stronger warrior, the smarter leader. Kaeya could never hope to compete with that, even if he tried his best. If Diluc becomes the Cavalry Captain first, Kaeya will be proud. If Diluc was made Grandmaster, Kaeya will be at his side.
Nothing in this world would tear that away from him. All except for one.
Lord Crepus knows, and he sympathizes. Commander William had an inkling, but kept his mouth shut. Lady Genevra was told the truth, from Kaeya himself even, but was still loved for it. None of them ever told Diluc, nor did Kaeya fearing retribution or hate. All kept their lips sealed.
To tell Diluc was Kaeya's right, no one else's.
But he could not find it in himself to imagine Diluc ever angry, just sad with that damn puppy eyes he got.
Kaeya smirked, finding warmth in such an image. I might tell him soon, he urges himself. Lord Crepus is behind me, and Lady Genevra will support me, all will be well.
At least, that is what he hopes for.
Considering the events of the past few days, Kaeya was both convinced and worried for the sudden changes.
"To think this past week was hectic enough to make Sir Varka work hard," Kaeya mused aloud.
"Indeed, and to think it took a nice drinking party with his men, a splitting headache, and the biggest rundown from Jean, to ever drive that man to work harder than ever in his life."
Kaeya smirked, catching the amused tone the person shared as well. "They say brothers' minds think alike. I'd like to believe I think much faster and better, though."
Diluc laughed and smiled, as he entered the hallway overlooking the vast gardens behind the Ragnvindr estate. The other side of the large gardens were the large structure that was the new ballroom. The site of where the latest intrigue lay like a fresh hunting ground.
"I see you still salivate for the weary gossip," Diluc said, amused with his brother's unhidden interest in the building outside. "It would be unlikely, of course, as I suspect that father declared it a private affair."
"How dull," Kaeya replied with a dry tone. "Makes things more interesting like the recent events that took place." He scowled with disappointment, "Events that we were left out of."
Diluc narrowed his eyes. "For good reason," he bitingly said. "Father expects us to act with noble intent, not wild wolves howling for thrills we can't handle. Though, I do sometimes wish otherwise." There was a hint of frustration, and Kaeya could sympathize.
"Can't fight the torrents of authority," Kaeya mockingly replied, "Father knows best, after all."
There were times Kaeya was brave to struggle against Lord Crepus' hard authority. First was when Kaeya and Diluc played near the lake bordering Liyue without permission, that only got a laugh from Genevra and a frustrated sigh from Lord Crepus. Second was signing up for the knights trial last summer without telling Lord Crepus, but he was rather jubilant about it and Kaeya shrugged it off. It was the latest test of bravery that nearly scared Kaeya.
It was rare for the boys to enter Mondstadt, but even then it was always with Lord Crepus or fellow knights under the command of Captain Varka. The captain had good graces for both boys, but feared Lord Crepus more. That led to boring activities for the knights when Kaeya and Diluc joined them in their free time. No drinking or fun, just good old awkward conversations and jest-exchanges.
It worked to solidify their presence within the ranks, but did little to endear them to most of the troops. Most were salty; they were denied drinks or "fun" with the tavern wenches everytime the boys were around them. Kaeya would feel the same if reversed, but Diluc would have balked at such proclivity. He was such a baby, an honorable baby, but one still stern with discipline. Kaeya did not find that charming, nor did the other men.
Maybe Diluc hopes to catch the eye of a certain girl, Kaeya mused. Honestly, the girl seemed more charmed with her efforts for the latest summer knight trials than Diluc's pitiful attempt at knightly courtship.
Kaeya would have laughed if it weren't so serious, as Diluc declared his heart out that fine evening.
He smirked, remembering this spring adventure he had with Diluc. The one that Lord Crepus was not amused about.
The third and latest attempt of bravery was the one where Kaeya and Diluc snuck off the Winery in the middle of the night to try drinking alcohol and have fun in Mondstadt.
It was worth it, even as the morning hangover smashed Kaeya's head over and over again. Diluc was a blabbering lost cause on their way out of the city, too confused and smashed to think properly, as he took the worst effect of alcohol between the two of them. Kaeya learned his brother was lightweight that day.
They would've gotten away with it, or so Kaeya desperately thinks at times, if not for the surprisingly stern Varka greeting them on the main street. He was not amused, more so with Lord Crepus who rode out in fury searching for the two boys like a walking hurricane. If a man saw Lord Crepus that morning and declared the man mad with anger, Kaeya would say that it would be an understatement.
Fortunately, Diluc was spared the tongue-lashing that day, but unfortunately, Kaeya was not. Even with a growing ache in his head, Kaeya withered the storm of angry and thrashing scrutiny. Kaeya listened half-way in shame, and grew tired of the rest.
It was the disappointed look Genevra sent that Kaeya finally withered and apologized. He did not want to disappoint her further, especially of how worse her sickness had gotten- enough for her to be bedridden for most of the time. Witnessing her weakened glances made Kaeya falter, and he shriveled up inside.
Sensing that Kaeya truly meant it, Lord Crepus let it go. More concerned with how Diluc took to alcohol, another bemusement the man had to face. Leaving both Genevra and Kaeya behind, it was a scary situation Kaeya had been in.
At the time, he faced rough skirmishes with the Hilichurls, and dealt with heartless bandits. But the empty stares Lady Genevra gave him when they were alone in the room made Kaeya berate himself. He cursed his brashness, fearing it might have weakened Lady Genevra's resolve to struggle against her sickness in worry for Diluc's safety. Her disappointment was enough for Kaeya to hate himself.
That is, until Lady Genevra smiled. Kaeya will never forget that day she teasingly asked about their foolish escapade.
I heard my boys went on a drinking spree across Mondstadt. How did my son fare against Dandelion wine?
Diluc is lightweight, and can't handle the drinks given. He bawled like a babe on the first drink.
Amusing as it is, I wasn't asking about Diluc. How did you like Mondstadt's fine wine, Kaeya? I hope it is to your liking.
I- I suppose it was, my lady. Too sweet for my tastes, but it was warm and pleasant.
Warm and pleasant, indeed… Will you stay, Kaeya?
W- what?
My dear Kaeya, will you stay in Mondstadt? With Diluc? With Crepus? With me?
I don't understand.
You don't have to. Kaeya, you are my son as well. My darling boy, so cunning and bright. Don't let Diluc's efforts overshadow yours, as you are special in my eyes too. Let no one say otherwise.
I'm not your son. I'm not part of your family. I am a stranger, of a foreign land, with foreign ideals. I don't belong here!
You do. Kaeya, my sweet child, you belong here. With me. With Diluc and Crepus too.
My lady, I- I- I don't know what to say.
Just answer me truthfully. Do you like the Dandelion wine?
Her smile, her kind eyes. Kaeya will never forget as long as he lives. That day, Kaeya answered with a resounding; Yes, I do.
With all his heart, Kaeya will stay in Mondstadt. The land earned his love, from Diluc's brotherhood with him, Lord Crepus' respect and willingness to shelter him, and for Genevra to give him a warm home. They were reasons enough, and Kaeya will endeavor to honor her memory of her love for him as a son if the tragedy were to come to pass.
Yet, it didn't.
"Speaking of father's overt authority, how's mother?" Kaeya knew from the reports and rumors, from the woman herself even, that she was alright but Kaeya refused to believe it was that easy. "I heard that her sickness disappeared. How fortunate." And convenient.
Diluc smiled widely, "Mother has spent nary a second to let others catch their breath. She has been busy as of late. Organizing the House, practicing with her blade, making sure Adelinde and the staff are alright, practicing her blade, helping father with his duties and catching up with her own responsibilities, and oh how could I forget? Practicing with her blade." He seemed bemused by that.
"Well, it has been years since she last polished her blade properly," Kaeya said with a knowing smirk. "You know how restless she always was if she lazed a day or two back in the day. Missing several years of practice and the lack of training would have driven her mad if it hasn't already."
Diluc suddenly winced, "The years haven't dulled her at all. In fact, she seemed stronger the morning she woke up from that mess." Kaeya's brother nursed a hidden wound on his left arm, a hilarious reminder of underestimating a woman once thought on death's door. "Seemingly determined to fight."
Kaeya's smirk disappeared in an instant. "Don't remind me. You weren't the only poor sod surprised, and she paid both of us the doubt we held dearly." Diluc certainly wasn't the only one sporting a bruise or two, as Kaeya could feel the itch in his leg burn still. "That reminds me, any word of Lady Genevra's mysterious savior?" Apart from the sensation in his leg, Kaeya was truly itching to learn more about the savior of Lady Genevra. More than just preventing a tragic death in the woods, but also curing what was supposed to be something impossible.
Kaeya couldn't put his mind to it. Something nagged at his thoughts, doubting such claims Lady Genevra had made.
"You wouldn't believe it, but Jean's insights really were of no help. She keeps babbling her worries, and seemingly won't drop her training sword." There was a worried glint in Diluc's eyes as well. "You know how Sir Varka is, Kaeya, he is of no help either."
Kaeya sighed, "So we're still in the dark? I have a gut feeling we are the only ones who don't know anything." It didn't help that Lord Crepus kept them out of the loop on purpose, and since Lady Genevra's return she had spent most of her time preparing for battle. The two boys were on their own. Clearly, Jean and Varka were useless, Barbara knew nothing the same as them, and even the Lord and Lady of the Gunnhildr House were as blind as they were.
It always was the lack of information to act on that Kaeya despised.
He felt alone, in the storm, in the forest, like he was that pathetic boy again. Kaeya hates being helpless, unable to do anything but watch as events unfold before him. He will be left out, or worse if he did not act on days of crisis, lose his standing with his family.
Kaeya felt helpless in the woods, abandoned by his own true father, and being saved by a generous Lord who knew the risks of bringing Kaeya to his home. Kaeya felt helpless as he watched with sorrow as the sickness Lady Genevra was cursed with slowly consumed her will to fight, a worse fate for a proud warrior like her. Kaeya felt helpless when Commander William rode to the winery as if being chased by demons, reporting of Jean's disappearance, and the subsequent action of a mysterious figure that will forever change the political landscape of Mondstadt, and he stood beside his brother. Helpless.
"Can't help it," Diluc shrugged lightly, "Mother and father think we're helpless prey, Jean is too occupied in her little world, Barbara is lost as we are, and the tension between Lord Seamus and Lady Frederica are at a boiling point." The boy then felt a sense of unease, as Diluc stared worriedly towards the other building. "I met them on the way here, and both of them barely acknowledged each other. Whatever happens tonight will certainly be the most interesting thing since the kidnappings."
Kaeya smiled mirthlessly, "And we didn't get an invite." He had a grasping thought, and Kaeya suddenly thinks that it might be best that way. "What happened with Jean exactly?"
Diluc frowned, "I really have no idea, but whatever it is, something terrible shook her."
Kaeya did not believe that no evils could ever make Jean falter. "Or something great?" Sensing his brother's unimpressed stare, Kaeya explained, "What if something amazing she witnessed shaken her beliefs? Sir Varka too, if his unnatural deep thoughts had any part in it."
"Deep thoughts. Sir Varka? This situation is weird."
Kaeya muttered, "You're telling me. I was the one to send him off with a formal farewell when their meeting was done. He seems less boisterous, less happy, and there were even evident stress lines on his forehead when he left!" It irked him to be kept in the dark, but the terrible truth was everyone else was kept in the dark. "Nobody here knows nothing, and Sir Varka had no word of the stranger or his progress in tracking him down, as well as Lord Seamus' concern about how it will play into the situation at the city where foreign witnesses are staying under the courtesy of Clan Laurence. This is really ridiculous."
Diluc's eyes narrowed in suspicion, "How could you know that? That meeting was private."
Everyone has secrets, and this was one he should keep to themselves. "The walls have eyes and ears, little brother."
Diluc huffed, unamused. "I just hope it won't get you in trouble again."
Fat chance of that not happening. Kaeya was already in thin ice with his last escapade. The only reason he hasn't snuck off to save Jean himself was for that reason. Plus, now that Lady Genevra had awoken, Kaeya feared he might get more than an admission from her if he got into trouble in such a crisis.
"It won't, trust me." Kaeya wished his brother would worry less. "You know what, since the dinner is about to take place soon, I might need to find a comfy seat to witness it."
Diluc gave him a look of warning. "Kaeya."
Holding his hands high, Kaeya smirked, "I jest. The servants loaned there might have loose tongues when the after party arrives. After father leaves me in charge of cleaning up the mess, eh?" Lord Crepus knows he can siphon information from servants better than the Lord himself, and Lord Crepus entrusted him to report it later.
Kaeya owed the man a massive debt, lending his eyes and ears was the least he could do for him.
"I'll interrogate you later, little brother. I find Jean's mysterious actions to be intriguing."
Diluc scowled, "For the last time, I am the eldest and I have the seniority on you."
"In diapers, maybe. For being a young man, who do you think is the most mature between us?" Kaeya smirked, "Maybe Jean could decide when she snaps out of it. Of course, I would be the favored one since I'm a better charmer than you-"
"Kaeya!"
Even with the annoying setbacks, today was a good day.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
I should have updated this yesterday, but I haven't slept for the past 27 hours. Going to usual work, getting dragged by my aunt for shopping, and attending my first ever dental appointment in the country, I was too drowsy to even turn on my computer and just faint on the couch. Waking up in the middle of the night ruined my sleeping schedule. Luckily, I have no work tomorrow. Small mercies. Anyway, this is the shortest chapter yet. I plan to spread my chapters instead of just piling them into one big chapter. 30k words chapter sounds nice, but editing it, re-reading it, and making sure of the quality is harder and takes more time.
With this rewrite, I wanted to set a precedence for the rest of the story. I plan to upload smaller chapters more frequently instead of big chapters rarely. Consistency would certainly aid in helping me get back on my writing mindset. After months lacking any writing, I wanted to excercise my writing skills and hope to refine it as it did back then.
With the summer tourist season coming up, we had a staff meeting on what to do and what to prepare for the reservations already set for the months ahead. Birthday parties, weddings, and even just small reunions reserved, it will be busy days for me. But my responsibilities are simple fortunately, I have no need to stress myself- or so the HR manager says. Just man the desk and everything will be alright. Too bad the janitor thinks differently. He thinks I'm his assistant or something. I do help him, if only the hours were not so busy like my night shifts.
Fontaine is looking good already. I'm getting two-cities vibe like Piltover and Zaun. The dynamic of the innocents and of the guilty (whether the truth is relevant or not) will make an interesting conflict for us to be swallowed in. Ace-Attorney style.
Stay tuned for more.
