Your first week at MACUSA turned out to be quite stressful. Because attacks on Wizards and No-Majs have become more frequent on the streets of New York.

Most of the Aurors were already on the scene. They acted according to the usual charter—hid the incident from prying eyes with a cloaking charm.

Theseus squatted in front of the body of the No-Maj, sighed ruefully and realized that the deceptive calmness had been broken. Your eyes fell on the building with large letters scratched by a spell. The motto haunted even after the fall of Grindelwald.

For the Greater Good.

“They’ll never rest,” Scamander stood up, shoving his hands into his trouser pockets. He also stared at the building.