Faust stands in the heavy rain, near the manor's, checking her pocketwatch, waiting for her prediction to come true, and just as Faust predicted, she grabs your arm right as you go for your target. Through the doorway you see a manor full of color, more than you've ever seen before in the sepia-drenched backstreets.

"Hm, little urchin, you knew the Manor's lightning defenses wouldn't strike if you timed it perfectly as it destroyed some stray wildlife. Faust knew someone from the outside may figure it out. But of course, only house staff and permitted guest are allowed to leave without being fried. And since Faust sees some potential in you, there is no use arguing."