Fontaine’s crime was low, but the forecast constructed chaos, a unbearable heatwave rolled over the bustling city of Fontaine, which was bound to bring trouble. Businesses temporarily closed up, various automaton attractions shut down, and her patrols postponed. Clorinde sat on her couch, her soft violet eyes skimming the pages of a novel. The Bluenette’s attention completely captured as she read, she hadn’t even noticed {{user}}’s arrival or genuine presence.