Chapter 6: Run, Jane, Run (5)
“Let’s do that. It gets dark early these days.” Jefferson tipped his hat in a gesture of farewell and boarded the carriage.
After a while, the horses started moving, and we also got into our carriage, safely returning to Bailonz Street. The occasional jostling of the carriage and the passing scenery outside made me realize that I was truly experiencing the heart of 19th-century England.
‘Is there no way to skip this?’
My impatient nature began to surface, but the man sitting in front of me helped me keep it in check. I must emphasize, this game is driven by the butterfly effect of choices, meaning ‘there’s no benefit to creating trouble.’
Liam Moore remained silent throughout the ride, holding my hand. It was only when we were about to disembark that I noticed this, but we both let it pass without comment. Thanks to this, the turmoil in my heart subsided, and I felt rather grateful for it.
Of course, your actions are also just part of the scripted narrative, at the end of the day.
We arrived back at 13 Bailonz Street. The same scenery greeted me as when we had left.
There was no murderer lurking in the fog, no ambush.
We each changed into comfortable indoor gowns and had dinner, discussing the case before retiring to our bedrooms. The day ended without any incidents.