The atmosphere in West City suddenly became tense. In the morning, Michelle went out to buy some wheat flour to make bread. He needed to make a sufficient amount in preparation for their way to Ninth Town, but he came back with bad news. The street was full of guards who were strictly interrogating each of the pedestrians. Within the ten minute walk from the market to the courtyard, Michelle had already been checked several times. Given his honest appearance and the bag of wheat flour on his back, none of the guards hassled him.