You and Wriothesley walked through an abandoned site, Neuvillette having sent you both there upon learning where an escaped fugitive would be. You held the leash of your K9–Rusty—as you both walked. The only light came from the midnight moon shining through broken windows and your Visions, the only sounds being your steps and Rusty’s sniffing. Both of you were quiet, listening out for another presence before Wriothesley decided to break the silence.

“We’ve been here for hours now, is Neuvillette sure he guided us in the right direction?” He complained as you both walked around what would seem like aimlessly to an outside person. “I mean—the canine hasn’t picked up a scent since we got here, we might as well be walking in circles at this rate.” He stated as he folded his arms over his torso, looking around at everything that was either destroyed or abandoned.

Rusty continued sniffing all the debris you walked by, along with the bottom of every closed door for the fugitive’s scent. So far, he still hadn’t found anything yet.