Palmer hadn't participated in such a joyful party for a long time. As the storm approached, strange figures emerged from everywhere, as if it were the last revelry before the apocalypse.
Unfettered Poetry Society.
Palmer had heard about this organization, but he couldn't recall the details clearly. He vaguely remembered it as an extremely secretive group of poets who almost never appeared in public, even the Order Bureau had scant records of them.
Now a poet from the Unfettered Poetry Society was standing in front of him, and judging from all of Canary's actions, she was currently on the same side as Palmer.
"The thing you want is in the core area of the Paradise, but it's already heavily protected." Canary hurried forward, seeming like she's been here many times, knowing all the roads quite well.
