He stopped running on the streets of Berlingwich, utterly drained of energy.
Waving down a rental horse-drawn carriage by the roadside, he instructed the driver to head to Long Beach Street, then lazily reclined against the seat's backrest.
Squinting his eyes, Ronald Adler surveyed the emotional activities of the people around him.
It turned out to be safe at the moment.
The carriage moved through the streets, carrying him peacefully to Long Beach Street as always.
"..."
After hopping off the carriage and paying the driver, Ronald began surveying his surroundings.
The Office of Investigation, usually desolate in front of its building, still had few pedestrians today.
He could see a few men dressed like workers, busy repairing the damaged reception area on the ground floor, with piles of bricks, wood, and sand around them.
Meanwhile, a protective fence of iron netting had been erected around the building.