"Go home?"
Such a phrase clearly did not suit Lorenzo. He was somewhat confused, and Bola immediately continued explaining.
"Cork Street 121A... taking you home, that's it."
...
The downpour was torrential. The pitch-black carriage stopped in front of 121A Cork Street. Through the window, one could see the light inside and the busy silhouette, much like the countless times before.
Lorenzo hesitantly stepped out of the carriage, not quite understanding what Bola was up to.
"If possible, don't disappear anymore... at least tell someone before you vanish about what you're going to do?" Bola said sitting in the carriage.
"Is this surveillance?"
"Of course, it's unavoidable. You have something that might lead all of Old Dunling to its death, and we know nothing about it. Even you are unclear about that thing, and obviously, you are even less willing to cooperate with us."
Bola spoke of the Purification Mechanism's intentions.
