The Muckraker's First Paper.

Outside.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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Conan might have come to look for her, entered the cold and screamed.

But he hated witches.

Of course, he would hate witches, he's an accomplice of Lord Theodore's, his right-hand man, and they would share the same goal.

"Helena, where are you?"

He raised a question, his frown deep.

"You need to stop hiding, it's too cold for this," he added. She refused to peek from where she hid but she could hear his foot.

He sighed and she couldn't hear him anymore.

She felt a wall behind her so slumped on the floor, she had work to do but she'd return the kitten first, so much had happened in Critic Arley that she had a few topics to write about again.

The kitten meowed and she felt her heart break, she cried a little again, the tip of her nose red.

She felt a presence behind her too late, a tap on the wood floor and a voice followed.