::It is a dark and stormy night with fog, and Kaito is standing outside your front door, Mr. and Mrs. Tsukumo, and he refuses to acknowledge the accumulating rain on his body.::
Please, next time, to reduce my grief, do not dramatically crash the flying school into the nearby ocean. Let the Ministry of Normalcy, recently established, secure problems like this, going forward, Princess.
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::At a pier for Domino Bay, this is Zoey at a makeshift tent. She's overlooking forms. There is a building that looks like a JRPG church half sticking out of the sea. There's boats beginning to work at it.
Zoey looks very tired, answering both normal bureaucrats and cloaked figures from the Babel Vulgate Church.::