Griffin fretted that Percival might actually break Leopold in two, so she quickly wheeled his chair away from the scene. Percival glanced in the direction the pair had escaped.

"Fine," he thought, "Someday I'll show 'em some old-school roughhousing!"

"Mr. Wolf, any luck running into Kenneth?" Vivienne strolled up and asked.

Suddenly inspired, she considered creating a new fragrance, a companion to the "Old Man" scent-calling it "Old Ruffian".

Percival nodded. "Yeah, he looked pretty down, not even watching where he was going."

"Ah, to be young again." Karen chuckled.

After a brief discussion outside the ward about Dracon and Gillian's situation, the group was about to head out for a meal when Karen's cell phone rang. It was Willa Perez.

Ever since Karen had returned to the Perez family, Willa had been conspicuously absent.

Karen had tried to reach out a few times, but Willa's obsession ran deep; she wanted to track down F-Poison before returning to the Perez family.

Karen respected that. Willa had her own path to follow.

The unexpected message from Willa now piqued Karen's curiosity.

The text contained a photo of a university gate abroad.

That very university was where Flynn had studied overseas-the same place F-Poison had once been.

Karen took a deep breath. "Willa's on to F-Poison's trail. Hopefully, she digs up some leads."

In Scepter Country, Willa stared at the university's gate and strode through with determination.

The campus was alive with the vigor of youth.

gender, wore bright smiles as if

leather jacket, walked across the field, her attire clashing with the sundresses and t-shirts

of college fashion spared her any undue

by Willa's

walked on, ignoring all the signals around her, and headed straight for a war

memory of a shooting that had

the world, the monument bore inscriptions in multiple

flowers still lay at

the names and found the one that

known as

nickname, yet it had lain hidden here for so

Shameless!

hardened as she studied the name, her eyes betraying scorn, anger, and a complex

how someone so full of

Who was her mother?

purpose

truly

Willa was baffled.

of her existence in

legacies, treasures, and the continuation of

And her?

to the world-if there was anything she shared

a creator's evil, shadowy

fists clenched as she stared

warmed her jacket, but it couldn't match the

this monument honor someone you knew?" A voice came from

an older man dressed as a gardener, his

as he arranged the flowers neatly and wiped the dust from the monument. It was unclear if he was speaking to himself or Willa when he added, "I was here cleaning when the

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