In the darkness, the ghostly fleet rushed through the burning streets, ran over the struggling crowd, left a straight mark on the road, and charged toward the Arkham Asylum.
Finally, the two galloping horses halted before the burning building. The door of the carriage at the front opened. A man with a long beard clad in a gray raincoat descended. He stared at the asylum before him. Hearing the screams and someone chanting madly underground, he frowned.
"Everybody get off! Get ready! We haven’t got an emergency order for so many years, especially an order from Avalon, next to the Royal Research Institute...This time, those psychos must be planning to report us to the Royal family." He shook his head and raised his voice, asking, "Where are the people at the scene? Where are they?"
"I’m here," a young man in a gray raincoat answered. The handsome man looked very elegant. He saluted Jerome and raised his grey eyes. "Long time no see, Mr. Jerome."