Running at speeds that defied normal perception, Annabelle arrived at the National Treasury of Weapons in mere moments. Just as she reached the entrance, she noticed a woman emerging, her dress tattered and stained with what looked like blood. Her appearance, coupled with the recent report, strongly suggested she was one of the students who had faced the Rogue.
'Wait... Is that an owl?' Annabelle's sharp eyes caught a glimpse of something perched on the woman's shoulder. She quickly looked back to confirm. Indeed, it was an owl, and a remarkably majestic one at that.
Upon seeing Annabelle, the woman flinched for a brief instant before quickly bowing respectfully. "Hello," the woman greeted her, her voice calm despite the chaotic state of her attire.
'Have we met somewhere? How does she know me?' Annabelle thought, a flicker of surprise in her mind.
Though a sense of strangeness lingered, Annabelle responded without overthinking it. "...Hello, miss. Did something happen inside?"
