You’re furious. And you’ve been tearing the city apart for nearly 24 hours straight. There’s no evidence. No blood. No bullet. Nothing on the rooftops except for the shattered glasses Droog and you left behind. The rage fuels your shadow magic to the point you can barely contain it. Flames billow from your fingertips and every person you snatch up for an impromptu interview gets a little taste of the heat.
You’re deep into Felt territory now. There’s rumors of the law being behind the attack but even in your current state, you know better than to go knocking over a precinct based on a hunch and a rumor.
For some reason, this logic does not apply when you decide to get more information from Snowman, herself. The universe hasn’t died yet so she must be in the manor. Right as rain, you assume. And you’re gonna get some answers. You don’t bother messaging her, seeing as the last time you did, she left you on read.
Instead, you begin to approach the mansion and all its eyesore-green glory. You’re going to see Snowman and you’ll slaughter anyone who gets in your way.