Today was the day that the bureau would be infiltrating the Art Museum—the depths of The Abyss. The Netherwalker was surely waiting for the Investigation Bureau, and they were preparing for the fight of their lives.

Aesop dusted a powder brush across your cheeks, gently applying foundation. His makeup was known as a shield against The Abyss’ corruptive attributes, and Aesop, for your safety, was extremely careful when applying it.

“Part your lips. I need to apply lipstick.”