I wasn't a fool, and I could clearly see the man with the mustache acting strange.
"Come on, spill it. What do you know and what are you planning?" I grabbed the man with the mustache and pulled him aside, my voice dripping with hostility.
The man with the mustache went quiet, showing a rare moment of seriousness.
"That girl... What's she to you?" After a moment, the man with the mustache pointed toward Watson Thompson.
I said, "You could call her my younger sister. Why?"
The man with the mustache let out a soft sigh and went on, "I'll be straight with you. In all my years wandering around, I've come across a portrait of the masked woman, and the woman in that portrait... looks incredibly similar to your sister."
I couldn't help but think, "So there really is some connection between her and the masked woman."
Then I looked at the man with the mustache and said, "What exactly do you know?"
