The door to the next wagon slid open and five agents in black suits entered. One of them pulled a badge in the form of a golden eagle out of his vest. “Federal agency of Veil. Ragna Griffin, you are under arrest.” As the nearby passengers began to whisper and take out their phones, the girls turned back. Only to greet another badge of federal agents.
When Ragna woke up, the first thing her eyes saw was a white wall. What happened? She pressed her hand against her forehead. It felt like someone had stomped their boot into her skull. Not just her head, her whole body felt like a jackhammer had galvanized it. Her memory was foggy.