GDC 121

Marzella sat on the cold stone floor of the underground prison, unfolding a piece of paper that had been folded many times.

When she opened it completely, a small pile of white powder appeared inside.

A few days earlier, Meisel had brought her a blanket. The corner stitching had been slightly loose.

When Marzella picked at the seam with her fingers, she found a tiny hole—and hidden inside, a piece of paper had been sewn into the lining.

That paper contained Meisel’s instructions, along with this powder.

‘How did my life end up like this?’

Marzella pressed her weak hand against her chest, swallowing her frustration.

‘If only I hadn’t taken that brooch… or gone to that merchant guild…’

No—actually, she could have lived without much trouble even after that.

Even the conflict with Leta had been something she could have fixed.

But everything went wrong when she got caught…