Showdown in Chinatown

Until today, while the world no longer suffers from the evil spirits of the past and the reputation of our family has lessened, we have never forgotten our ancestors' teaching.

That is, self-restraint, propriety, righteousness, and the art of banishing evil. Study our family's history, and you will find each generation has lived up to our family name and our motto. To practice restraint, seek justice and expel evil.

Yet, Qiángliáng had not appeared to us for almost a hundred years.

That was, until you, my daughter—my pride, successfully summoned it after these long years.

Do you understand the weight of the expectations you now carry?

I understand. You can trust in me, Father.

I will not fail our family. I will fulfill my destiny as a worthy master of Qiángliáng.

Morning, guys. Alright, who wants to hit me with some good news and make my day a little easier?

The report on that summoning ritual is done. Seems like the destination was some farm out in the sticks.

Hey! Did someone take the pendulum without signing it out? We've only got one to go around.

Let's try this another way. First three of you to give me some good news will earn yourselves a coffee, my treat.

Get ready, Poitier, cause what I'm about to tell you next is gonna blow your mind.

Save me a cup. I gotta find our pendulum thief first.

Hello. Excuse me. I'm still here.

*tut* I'm a tax-paying citizen. I pay your salary, so why don't you stop gossiping and do your job?! A crooked stick will have a crooked shadow!

Him again? What's he complaining about this time?

Ah, some nonsense about making a mistake while we were out searching for a dog in Chinatown.

A missing pooch? Since when are we the dog patrol?

Ah. I know. It's not our job. And then he got all huffy about us being brash and naive, and then it was right back to complaining about the incident last year.

You remember? When that rookie saw bruises on a kid and kicked up a whole fuss about child abuse? Turned out it was just some traditional Chinese massage. After they got cleared of the charges, the kid's parents were fuming about it for weeks.

But like, come on, it's literally a rookie mistake. He apologized, and they forgave him. You'd think that'd be problem solved, right? But this guy just wouldn't let it go. He's not even related.

Still, must have left a bad taste in his mouth, I guess. I just don't get why he's complaining about it to us. We don't find missing dogs. We find critters.

Well, at least most folks are friendly.

Yeah, yeah. Well, I was asking for good news. So how about something upbeat?

Sorry. I've got nothing of that particular flavor. Just the opposite.

Let me guess. Our "vigilante" struck again?

"The Vigilante 'Nightpiercer' Bestows Justice to L.A. Streets." Urgh, so melodramatic. Who got hit this time?

Some rich varsity boys. They got in the news over some hazing incident that put a teammate into the ICU. But, you know how it is. Strings were pulled, and all the charges went away.

But, get this: all of them were found pinned up on the school's fencing this morning, and with those injuries, looks like they can kiss college football goodbye.

Hate to say it, but I gotta side with the vigilante on this one. Those kids were monsters. Still ...

We're the police, and crime is crime. Doesn't matter how scummy the victims might be.

The arcane skill this guy cast, using those needles? It's like he's trying to imitate Detective C07. What's up with that?

C07, like from the movie series? Don't act so surprised I've seen them. You know I love movies about arcanum.

So, do we got anything?

Ha. Have you seen the look on Chief Elden's face yet?

Hot damn, I know that look. Wasn't the last time when he found out his daughter was dating some jackass crook?

I know this Nightpiercer guy's been tricky, but is it really that bad?

You don't know the half of it. The pressure's been building on him. Now, apparently, the up-tops are sending us some support.

Some cadet, from the Vigiles Bureau. I guess they've decided we're not working hard enough, or something.

Vigiles? From the Foundation? Aren't they only responsible for the arcanum crimes that'll "cause serious consequences"?

I don't see how this Nightpiercer guy is their kind of trouble.

Besides, how's a vigil even going to help us? They don't know this city like we do. And not even a full agent, just a cadet.

Wait, did you say cadet?

You heard me. Apparently, they decided this is gonna be a thing. Send the cadets along to assist and test their chops. So now we're not just dogcatchers. We're babysitters, too.

Is this some kind of joke?

Your words, my lips.

The Chief said it's a chance to develop a better working relationship between us and the Vigiles. I think brass just wants to cozy up with the St. Pavlov Foundation.

Yeah, that would explain the look on Elden's face. So, what? Anyone know when this cadet is due? Or hell, anything useful at all?

I heard tell it's some Chinese girl from a famous family of arcanists. She's got a mega-powerful familiar, and that's why the Vigiles recruited her.

Really, just for her familiar? That can't be the only reason. Did she at least like score well on her tests?

Apparently, she didn't even take the test. She was still in training when she was picked. No field experience at all.

So you mean this girl's a total liability? Some spoiled rich kid debutante looking for a chance to polish her resume?

That's not exactly what I said.

Excuse me.

I'm vigil cadet Liáng Yuè from the St. Pavlov Foundation, Vigiles Bureau, reporting for duty, ma'am. Could you please point me to Deputy Chief Elden?

Hmm. He's in his office.

I see. Thank you.

That's our princess? I've seen street rats bigger. I bet I could lift her up with one hand.

Don't forget her familiar. Though, I don't see it now, so she must be a summoner.

Lucky her. I wish my great-great-great grandpa left me something like that.

So, what's Elden gonna do? No way he's letting this baby rat scurry into our investigation. I'll show her the door myself if he'll let me.

Guaranteed our vigil-to-be is a spoiled, air-headed legacy pick. I can't imagine she's the type to follow orders.

Guys, we won't get any answers just sitting here.

Yeah, you're right. I need to get back to work. Josh is out on leave, so I've gotta cover all his cases.

Hey, hold on. I've got a way to get the scoop on this girl.

Liáng Yuè, specially recommended by the Foundation's East Asia branch for selection into the Vigiles Bureau, top-of-class during your training, selected to serve as the pilot for the vigil cadet field training program with the LAPD Division for Arcane Affairs.

Hmph. It's an impressive resume.

Thank you, sir. Actually, it's not that—

Did I ask for an explanation?

No, sir.

Then don't give me one. You talk when I tell you to talk, you sit when I tell you to sit, and you do exactly as I say, when I say.

Do I make myself clear?

Yes, sir.

Classic Elden. Reminds me of the good old days.

Good? The hell was so good about them? Think you've taken one too many smacks on the noggin. Still, she isn't as stuck-up as I expected.

Then she's probably a wuss. I figured she was gonna back talk him—more like a meek little mouse than a rat.

I've been told you're here to assist us in catching the vigilante known as Nightpiercer. But one look at you tells me you don't have the chops.

I'll bet you're greener than any rookie on my force. Now, Liáng, answer me. Are you ready?

Yes, sir.

On this beat, you're going to encounter arcane crime that is worse than anything you've seen in your training—beyond your imagination. Are you prepared?

Yes, sir.

When it comes to dealing with arcanist criminals, you need wits and you need strength. One mistake, and you could end up in a casket on that long flight back home.

So I ask again, are you up to this challenge?

Yes, sir. I'm ready.

No, you aren't.

Read it.

The arcanist scammer, Johnny Three-Times, has been apprehended. Using his arcane skill "Omnis Obeisance," he manipulated his victims to do anything he asked, specifically, transferring all their money to him.

In order to successfully cast his arcane skill, he requires his target to answer "yes" three times in one minute.

If you had been dealing with him, he'd already have you dumping your trust fund into his bank account, or worse.

With all due respect, sir, that isn't a fair evaluation. I wouldn't have answered you that way if you were not my commanding officer.

Fair? There is no fair when it comes to arcanists. You've read the headlines about this guy and think you know what to expect, but what if he had abilities the news didn't know about? What if he could disguise himself?

Or do you think that crooks just leave their resumes behind at the crime scene?

No, sir.

This article was published a week ago. If you were as ready as you claimed, you should've known about this conman and his arcane skill. If you had any smarts, you'd have at least figured out I was probing you.

But you didn't. I don't know what the Foundation and your Vigiles teachers taught you. Frankly, I don't care. Because you don't have the practical skills necessary to keep yourself alive on these streets.

I will absolutely not put a kid like you on the Nightpiercer case.

Cold and ruthless as a Minnesota winter. Elden's never been a people person. Guess that's why they keep him stuck down here with us.

I don't know. I agree with him. But he's being pretty rough on her.

She's definitely too young for this. Whatcha think? She gonna cry?

Look, if she can't handle the Chief, then she can't handle the city.

Is that right? I seem to remember someone's eyes going red a few times on her first day.

What? Shut up. I didn't.

Shh. Listen.

End of discussion. If you want to call home to your daddy or the Foundation and get reassigned somewhere else, be my guest.

But as long as you're in my department, you'll follow my rules. For now, I'll assign you some of the lighter cases. This is grunt work, kid. Try not to mess it up.

Hold on. I've got a bad feeling.

Arya Poitier will be your partner and field training instructor. She'll be happy to help you adjust. Isn't that right, Officer Poitier?

Crap. Guess my day isn't getting any easier.

Here we are. Get out.

First case of the day.

Any time regular beat cops find a case related to arcanum, they'll call it in to Dispatch, then we get to come mop it up.

This is what we call a Basic Arcanum Incident, the bread-and-butter of our work, kid. It's not often that we get anything urgent, but you've gotta stay on your toes.

But to be honest, I hope we don't get anything big today. Last thing I want is to take a rookie like you into a real emergency.

I hope so, too.

That's "Yes, ma'am." You got me?

You're probably thinking I'm trying to put you in your place, huh? That I'm just bossing you around.

But get off your high horse, princess. Cause as long as I'm your field instructor, you need to show some respect.

But I don't have a horse, and I didn't think you were bossy. I'm honored to have you as my partner and field instructor. I look forward to learning under you.

Hmm?

Is there something wrong with what I said, ma'am?

Are you just that much of a pushover, or is this all an act?

P-Pardon? I don't quite understand.

Nothing. Just keep close. You never know what can happen with these cases.

Oh, finally. Do you know how long I've been waiting? Those monsters are at it again. Do something.

Um, please remain calm, ma'am. We're here now, and we won't let them hurt you.

Am I correct that you reported there are critters that have broken into your house? Could you describe them for us? Do you have an idea how many?

I don't know. Like a ton, a bunch, two and a half butt-loads. I didn't stick around to count them.

So, there are many of them. Hmm, in that case, I suggest we split up, ma'am.

You could stay here and keep the lady safe, and send me to take the critters down? Given we're in the city, I suspect them to be tamed, and it's possible that someone may be controlling them.

Once we've established their type, we may be able to deduce the incantation that's controlling them. Some incantations can be easily traced, such as the Manipulation incantation or the Shadow incantation—

Ahhh. Over there. There they are.

Please stay behind me, ma'am. Where are ...

... are ... they ...?

Mooo.

Is this ...?

This appears to be a Munchalo, a new breed of critter from the Ms. NewBabel Critter Rehabilitation Center, endorsed by the LSCC. They're medium to large in size, and classed as non-aggressive.

The Munchalo consumes base arcane materials and extracts the energy from them. They're intended to assist in the arcane production industry. They've been slated for worldwide distribution.

But, why are they here?

Well? What are you waiting for? Do something. Kill them, ah!

Kill them? Oh, ma'am. Please don't worry. They will not attack people, and it's against our procedures to kill non-aggressive critters without authorization.

But they're destroying my azaleas. And the stairs and my lawn. And they almost bit my sweetie's tail off, ah.

Your sweetie? Um, I see, ma'am. I will do my best to get them out—

Hey! Don't you dare lay a finger on my precious munchies.

Wha—Can I help you, sir?

I-I knew it. This jerk is my next-door neighbor. He keeps all kinds of these ridiculous, smelly critters around. I order you to throw him and all his disgusting little pets in jail.

Are you out of your mind? They're just some adorable Munchalos. What kind of sicko would wanna hurt them?

...

What did I tell you, huh?

Mooo.

Finally, lunchtime. I'll grab the cheeseburger and an Americano—large.

So, some fluffy trespassers, an alchemy incident, a noise complaint for a werewolf-infected, and a speeding ticket on an unregistered arcane vehicle ...

Honestly, busier than I expected, but it all went smoother than I expected too. We've earned ourselves a decent lunch, I'd say. So, what do you want, princess?

What? Don't tell me our little vigil princess can't stomach a bit of fast food?

Better get used to it, kid. We're on a tight schedule. There's no time for fancy dining.

Oh, it's not that. It's just ... Are all the restaurants here so expensive? This is the first time I've been to L.A., and it seems things cost more than I expected.

What, you broke? You telling me the Foundation—THE FOUNDATION—can't afford to pay you a decent wage?

Oh, no. No. It's ... My subsidy should be enough for daily necessities. It's only that I was hoping to save some money, but it seems the prices here won't allow me to.

Sorry, please forget it. I'll have a chicken sandwich. Thank you.

Okay.

Alright, question time, rookie. Cause I think I've got the wrong impression.

What I heard was that you were some pampered rich kid from a crazy old legendary family.

It's true. The Liáng family have a long history and many legendary ancestors.

But that was a long time ago. Nowadays, we're not so different from any other ordinary family.

Mhm, sure. "Ordinary," that's definitely what I think of when I see you.

I also heard that you've got a familiar.

You mean Qiángliáng?

Yeah, sure, that. Come on. It's some mysterious arcane creature from the Far East. Everyone in the DAA's curious about it, myself included.

So, you gonna show me?

Um, now? I'm sorry, but I must refuse your request, Ms. Poitier.

With all due respect, the Qiángliáng is a sacred being. It is deserving of great respect.

It has a divine mission to expel diseases and evil beings and has guarded the world through the ages.

Maybe that just sounds like old legends, but it's the truth. We've recorded every battle it fought in our family chronicles.

And we're only allowed to borrow its power when we are in the greatest of danger.

Please understand that I can't just summon it simply to show it to others.

Okay, okay. I'm not unreasonable, princess. If it's a sacred thing or whatever, I won't bother you over it.

Anyway, I guess I should say, you're doing a lot better than I thought today. And I don't just give out compliments, you got that? So, take some pride in it.

But don't get cocky either. This was all chump work. You haven't seen the ugly side of this job yet.

This morning might have been a cakewalk. But this job can blindside you just like that. Never underestimate anything.

Hey? You in there, princess?

I apologize, but in our family, we have a rule, Shí Bù Yán, Qǐn Bù Yǔ. It means we believe you shouldn't talk when eating or sleeping.

What? You're kidding! You trying to say I'm being rude? Or wait, you're serious, aren't you?

What kind of stupid rule is that?

Besides, why would anyone be talking while they're asleep? What, like you can't sleep talk? How do you even control that?

Sorry, maybe I didn't translate it right. It means "keep quiet before sleep."

...

The heck? So many rules. Damn, princess, you must've had a miserable childhood.

Let me guess. Every day was courses and training, stuck inside, no books, no movies. Did they even let you watch Saturday morning cartoons? I've heard of kids like you. Sounds worse than jail to me.

A childhood like that is rough, kid. It's bad for your head. Bad for the job, too.

I don't understand why you're upset, Ms. Poitier. How is it bad for the job?

Did you check the list of incidents before we set off? There's a case we're going to after lunch. A director that received some kind of threat. She's shooting a film in Chinatown.

Anyways, this director's an arcanist, and her movie is all about arcanum. So, it's in our department.

The point is, knowing's half the battle in this job. It'd be easier if you were a cinephile or at least familiar with films. Maybe then you'd know a thing or two about her.

She's famous for those Detective C07 films, the first movies to really put a focus on arcanum and arcanists. Something about it, though: the detective in those films used a skill a lot like this Nightpiercer crook.

What's her name again? Something with an N? Nu ...

Noire.

Yeah. That's it.

Wait, so you—

Yes, I've watched her movies, too.

I'll be damned. So, was it a special reward for getting straight A's? Or—

Calling all nearby units. Code 3. We have a hostage situation at City Hall.

Suspect is a registered arcanist, posing a threat to life. On-scene officers are requesting immediate arcanist support.

City Hall? We're close by, aren't we?

Pack up. Lunchtime's over.

Let go of the hostage, sir. This won't do you any good.

Go away!!

Damn!

That was close! Where's our backup?

DAA, at your service.

What's the situation?

See for yourself.

Don't come any closer! Stay back! Stay back!!

Please! Don't kill me! I'm sorry, I really am! Please let me go!

Shut up! It's too late now. Say another word, and you're dead! Stay back!!

Hey, hey. Trust me, pal.

You really don't want to do this.

Who's that? Doesn't look like one of ours.

Just some civvy. She was talking with the suspect before we got here.

That woman ...

What, you know her? Look familiar or something?

No. Just a thought. It's nothing.

...

People make mistakes. But some mistakes can't be undone. Don't put that blood on your hands, or it'll never wash off.

Is hurting this guy worth all that pain and guilt?

Sooner or later, he'll get what's coming to him for what he's done. I promise you that.

But, but, I must ...

He's distracted. Rookie, time for us to take him down!

Please stand down, sir.

Suspect under control. I repeat, suspect under control. No further backup needed.

Nice moves. I was kinda hoping we'd get to see that familiar of yours, though.

A simple threat like this isn't worthy of Qiángliáng. I have to reserve its assistance unless absolutely necessary.

So, is this just another one of those rules? Or, do you mean its help comes with a price tag?

Both.

That it?

What do you mean?

I mean, so far, every time you talk about the job or your family rules, it's just the surface-level stuff. How do you actually feel about any of this?

How I feel? I-I don't understand why it would be necessary to mention that.

Cause we're partners, kid. We've got to trust each other. How am I gonna let you watch my six if I don't even know how you tick?

I see. You're my partner and instructor during my assignment with the LAPD Division of Arcane Affairs.

So, I will do my best to learn from you and complete my work as assigned. I won't slow you down.

That's not what I'm—Urgh. Forget it.

...?

Oh, thank God you took down that lunatic. I'm really grateful, Miss.

But, ain't you a bit young to be an Arcane Affairs Officer? I think I've seen that uniform somewhere else before. You're a vigil, right?

Yes, sir. Wait.

I know you.

The arcanist scammer, Johnny Three-Times, has been apprehended. Using his arcane skill "Omnis Obeisance," he manipulated his victims to do anything he asked, specifically, transferring all their money to him.

You're that scammer, Johnny Three-Times.

Oopsie. Guess that's the downside of getting your name in the papers.

What? Didn't we already book that guy? What's he doing here?

He got a sweetheart deal. A reduced sentence in exchange for revealing where he stashed all the dough he stole.

And it was a s**tload of money too, apparently from some big donors to the mayor's re-election campaign.

Of course, he demanded he be present for the unveiling of his stash. So, they brought him here. That's when this loony attacked the police escort and took him hostage.

Hey, easy, officer. You've already got me. No need to be so rough with the cuffs.

Clam it, Johnny.

We should've just let that guy ice him.

May I ask, officer, do we know if the man trying to kill him was—

Yeah, he's the son of a victim. This bastard took his mom for all she was worth, and when she found out—boom—heart attack.

Ha. Like mother, like son. He was just as dumb as his doddering old mom. Worse even, cause he didn't even catch wise to it.

It's a concrete jungle, baby, and it follows jungle rules. Survival of the fittest. Crap for brains here never had a chance.

If it wasn't me, it woulda been someone else. What a joke! Imagine keeling over just cause you lost a bit of cash.

Then we've got this dumbass, coming at me with even less of a brain. Think about it. If he killed me, how's he gonna get his money back?

Shut the f**k up, asshole!

UGH!

Officer Poitier, what are you doing?

What? I'm teaching this douchebag a lesson.

But we can't do that. It's against the rules.

*cough* Well, I guess the Vigiles are a cut above the trash when it comes to the DAA. Am I right?

Let's get this straight, rookie. You don't tell me what to do.

I should've known. You're just the worst kind of cop—Everything by the book, sticking to your high-and-mighty principles like you know what's best.

...

Liáng Yuè! How dare you rat us out?

Be-Because you did something wrong.

Then you're a rat. I didn't really care if you wanted to come along, but now you go and snitch on us?

I told you we shouldn't have invited her.

Wait, don't go.

I—

No. Somebody stop him.

Stay back!! Help me! Help!!!

Get away!

Urgh!

Out of my way! I will kill you! I will kill you all!

Damn it! Is this dude high or something?

No, no. I don't think this is drugs.

It's an arcane skill. I sense some kind of evil spirit.

I think I can stop him, ma'am.

Fine. Whatever it is, and whatever you think you can do, do it.

I will. This is my duty.

Kill ... I must kill this bastard.

Who are you?!

Please stay calm, sir. I have no weapon.

I'm just here to make a phone call.

What? A phone call?

Yes.

And you're going to make it.

Who are you dialing?

You'll soon find out.

<speed=0.05>Arise Qiángliáng, swift and fierce! Banish all evil and cleanse this place!

No! No! My head! Ugh!

I'm so sorry, Mama.

Should we cuff him?

Allow me. But I believe we should bring him to the hospital to be checked over immediately.

Think you can handle him? We got this conman to take care of.

God, what a loser.

So, uh, y-you know what I'm about to say, right?

...?

Okay. I'm sorry. Is that what you want? For me to say it? Sorry.

I felt bad for that guy, but there was nothing we could do for him while he was possessed. If it weren't for you, we might've shot him.

Well done, Vigil Liáng. And please just forget what I said. I was out of line.

Say something.

Oh, right, I ...

It's okay. I didn't take it to heart.

Ahem. Good.

Heh heh.

Who's there?

Sorry, I shouldn't eavesdrop. It's a bad habit.

It's just you remind me of my friends back in the old days.

You're the lady that tried to help us soothe him. Thank you for the help.

It could have turned out much worse if you hadn't been there. Thank you again.

That's too kind of you, young vigil. I just did what anyone should. Really, it was you and your partner that were the real heroes.

You're too modest, ma'am. Actually, forgive me for asking.

Haven't I seen your face before?

Good to know that someone still remembers those old flicks, even after all these years.

Yes, from the movies. That's right.

You—You're ...

Oops, you got me. I'm Qí Xīng, or were you hoping I'd say Detective C07?

Our full report will take some time. You'll need to wait for now.

Thank you, doctor.

Our perp had his ID with him. That saves us a lot of digging. Eric Wong, 43, runs a grocery store in Chinatown.

Let's see. The only family member we've got is his wife, a Lilian Lau, who immigrated to the States 10 years ago. Both have no criminal record, totally clean.

He's an arcanist, apparently, and a powerful one at that. But no reports of any prior misuse of arcanum.

His car was found near the crime scene, all filled up with potatoes and carrots from the wholesalers. Either this was just a spur-of-the-moment whacko move or some bizarre attempt at a tuber-based alibi.

Anyway. We've contacted his wife, and she should be here soon. Maybe we'll get some more clues from her.

Yo, Liáng? You listening?

Oh. Y-You're right.

...

Earth calling Liáng.

Whoa!

Officer Poitier, we're in a hospital. We should keep quiet.

Hmph. I would have, but that didn't seem likely to bring you back to earth, space cadet.

So, what's got you lost in space now?

Um, I-I'm just thinking.

About what?

About Ms. Qí Xīng.

Ha, right. I guess you're really into those movies, huh? It's all good, boo.

I get the picture now. Our little C07 fan sneaking into the cinema behind her parents' back. You know, you're beginning to almost seem human, princess.

At first, I thought you might be an android, like those Laplace bots that they've got writing parking tickets for us.

I ...

In fact, I do like Ms. Qí Xīng's C07 movies very much. Her character means a lot to me.

Oh. Is that the reason why you decided to be a vigil?

Specifically, yes. It's the reason I decided my destiny was to be in the police.

But back to the topic. I was thinking about Ms. Qí Xīng, but it wasn't because I like her or anything like that.

It's just that ... her being here made me think about Nightpiercer. Ms. Qí Xīng has a similar arcane skill to the one he appears to use. She called it Silver Needle. She even performed it in her movies.

Could that really just be a coincidence?

Huh?

And what she said felt meaningful, in some way.

It's a great pleasure to meet you, Ms. Qí Xīng. I—I grew up watching your films.

But what are you doing here in L.A.? Um, I mean, if it's okay to ask?

Sure, not a problem at all. I'm here to see an old friend.

Is it Ms. Noire? I heard she's planning a new film.

Oh, so you heard the news? It's been a long time since I last saw her. You're right, though, kid. I've got something I need to talk to her about.

Um, of course. That's great.

Oh, and the Dùshuò Festival is coming soon. I hope you'll go to the Shèhuǒ Parade in Chinatown. It'd be so much fun to see you there.

...?

Shèhuǒ ... Is it really that time of year again?

You don't like the parade?

Of course I do.

I like every bit of it—watching people eat, perform, and come together to celebrate the end of the year and to pray for peace and good luck in the next.

I like the pure and simple wish that the Shèhuǒ Parade carries.

But it always reminds me of the ending.

What ending?

You mean the ending of the last film in the C07 series?

Yes.

I know lots of people like that ending. "A reflection of reality," they say, "Tragedy leaves people with a deeper impression than comedy."

But as for me, I hated it. The good guys failed, and the bad guys won? Ha. What kind of an ending is that?

Maybe we don't get a say in how things work in reality, but in stories we can. We should.

Reality itself is tragic enough already. Why should a movie remind us of how absurd things really are? "What goes around comes around." That's what people want to see in the movies.

I-I agree with you. When I was little, I also didn't like how it ended.

Maybe it's true that reality can't guarantee us true justice, but I still want to see justice being served, at least in fiction.

I feel the same way. Pardon me for asking.

That beast you summoned was something else. It reminded me of a certain creature, a legendary beast from the north of China.

"Arise Qiángliáng, swift and fierce! Banish all evil and cleanse this place!"

That must make you a descendant of the Liáng family, right?

Yes. I'm Liáng Yuè, from the Liáng family of the Twelve Zhènzǐ.

Liáng Yuè ... Liáng Yuè.

It's a good name, little vigil. I'll keep it in mind.

I read an article about the conflicts between Ms. Qí Xīng and the other two producers of the C07 series.

Before, I thought it was only rumors. But now, thinking over what she said, what if it's true?

What am I saying? It's ridiculous.

Then stop pouting over it, princess. We've got work to do.

Urgh!

You wanna bet on how many people in L.A. have similar arcane skills? Come on. It's a total coincidence.

You don't really think they're the same person, do you? That'd be nuts!

I mean it's the Detective C07 we're talking about. Sure, she's been retired from acting for a while, but she's like super famous.

If she was gonna go all kooky and start taking out crooks like she was the real C07, why wait all this time? It's been years since her last movie, and we're only just dealing with this Nightpiercer guy now.

Besides, it's not like it's a crazy, unusual type of arcane skill. Who knows? Maybe this Nightpiercer guy is a fan of Detective C07's films too? Can't rule out anything yet.

Hey, you okay in there? Did I knock the wind out of you?

*cough* It's okay. I'm fine.

Forget it. Just like you said, it doesn't make any sense.

But you're injured, ma'am. You can't just leave.

I'm totally fine. It's just a tiny smidge of damage. I can fix it myself.

You call a broken arm a smidge? You need to let us treat it immediately.

What's going on here?

Are you a vigil? Could you help me stop this girl? She's trying to leave with a broken arm.

She was in an accident. But since she's woken up, she's refused to let us examine anything.

She might not be our normal kind of patient, but we're doctors. We can't let someone leave when they need immediate medical attention.

A vigil?

I-I-I-I-I-I'm in a hurry now. I'm gonna miss my bus.

There'll be another bus, but you only have one body. You should listen to the doctor, sit down, and wait, until you're cleared to leave.

Please show us your ID so that the doctor can give you treatment.

Look. A hamster riding a stethoscope.

A hamster what?

Now!

Hey, wait!

Watch out!

Sorry, I'm after a—

Hey, rookie. Where did you go? Get back here. The medical report is ready, and Mr. Wong's family just arrived.

I ... Understood. How's Mr. Wong doing?

It's not pretty.

...

How ... What happened to him? He seems completely normal this morning.

Please relax, Ms. Wong. We have to wait and see what the doctor says.

You again?

Right, right. You're the local arcane private eye, aren't you, Zhōu? Are you commissioned by the victim?

What?

Ha. Unlike some tax leeches out there, I actually help people in need.

And I don't charge a fee when it comes to my neighbors.

Sorry.

Ms. Liáng has cleared the unknown arcane skill that was afflicting him. His physical condition is stable, but I fear there may be some long-term effects on his mind.

He seems to be suffering from a severe thought and memory disorder. It would be best to keep him asleep.

Doctor, when will he wake up? Can I speak to him?

For now, we suggest against it. It may cause him additional distress to see someone familiar to him. We fear there might be memory loss.

What? How?

What should I do now? With his mother gone, I can't take any more of this.

Madam ...

So, who's the little Chinese kid? Did the DAA give you a sidekick to do your job for you?

Forget it lah. Listen, if you're not going to do your best to help these people, then it's better you just stay out of my way.

...

When they first brought him in, there were remnants of the arcanum riddled through his body. It might have gone a long way to proving he wasn't in control of himself.

But I guess anything definitive has already faded away. The doctors couldn't isolate a cause.

Worse-case scenario, they might not believe us and have this poor guy shoved off to the funny farm.

Madam, please, you need to stay strong for your husband.

They've brought in some of the best doctors from the Laplace Rehab Center. If there is anyone that can help him, it'll be them.

He said that he was going to buy produce from the wholesalers, but I couldn't reach him. And then, the police called.

My husband is a good man. Everyone knows that. He would never do something like this.

Please, Miss, you have to help us.

...!

I ...

You can rely on us, ma'am.

We'll find out the truth behind this. I promise you.

Thank you. Thank you so much!

You are our only hope, please!

...

Rookie mistake, princess. Never make a promise about something you don't get to decide on.

I'm sorry, Ms. Poitier. But I only meant—

Hold it.

I didn't say we weren't gonna do our best.

...

Thank you, ma'am.

Not so fast. We still need some solid evidence if we're gonna crack this case.

But where to begin? It seems like there are no obvious clues beyond what we've seen. Mr. Wong had no enemies and was well-loved in his community.

If that's the case, then it can't be a simple motivation. Still, something sticks out to me. When I asked about any recent events or happenings, it wasn't Mrs. Wong that answered. It was ...

Zhōu. Our private eye with a chip on his shoulder against the DAA.

Yes. He mentioned that there have been strange things going on around L.A.'s Chinatown recently.

According to my notes, he mentioned there were children that suddenly became distant and unresponsive, young men that began showing signs of memory loss, and an otherwise healthy elder that rapidly developed signs of dementia.

Absent-mindedness, empty despondence towards family and friends, memory loss. It all sounds very familiar to Mr. Wong's condition. But no one thought to bring the matter to the police.

I also spoke with the nurses here. They said they've also noticed an increase in patients from Chinatown, complaining of confusion and memory loss.

I guess, once again, no one thought it was serious enough for our attention.

Well, whatcha thinking, cadet? Are all these cases related?

If it's as widespread as you're making it out to be, we might be in over our heads.

Even so, I think we can't overlook it as a possibility.

Arcane skills that directly affect the mind are rare, but they do exist. I've read of similar cases in the Vigiles Archive.

One of them, as I recall, had very similar symptoms to what we're seeing here.

However, if there were some criminal intention behind all of these symptoms, what could it be?

Or could it be an accident? Maybe a child with a powerful arcane skill who can't control it? Or some unregulated and dangerous arcane objects?

We can't draw any conclusions without more evidence.

Arcane objects ... Isn't there a department in the Foundation that stores and records dangerous arcane materials?

Yes, at the headquarters of the Foundation. And its official name is ...

Ah. Voilà. I believe I am here.

Hmm, it is much brighter and more spacious than I expected.

Cabinets, cabinets, and more cabinets.

Who is in charge here? I was under the impression this was an important department, no? Where is the security?

"The department contains all known objects which have produced dangerous or mysterious arcane phenomenon."

Some even say it contains "Every arcane mystery—solved and unsolved—that has ever been recorded."

But of course, the biggest mystery of all time, the "Storm," still defies them.

As it does for us all. It seems, with every department turned to the study of the "Storm," there is little time to spare for these more trivial puzzles.

...

I wonder how Mama is doing. Madam Z said she would keep an eye on her, but still no updates.

No, bring yourself together, Matilda Bouanich. This is your mama, the greatest mother of all time. What could possibly have gone wrong?

Now her most outstanding daughter runs an important errand for the Foundation, unlike some others who have dedicated their valuable time to a vacation in the name of "reviving the Uluru Games."

Still, one must hope they will succeed in making the games as grand and sublime as they say they were in the distant past, or else ...

Hmm?

Everything's fine here. Now, on to the next row.

Oh. This is one of my favorites.

What is it?

An excellent question, Miss. See that serial number on it?

AN-003, a water sample from the Pèilín River. Number 003.

There are hundreds of thousands of samples, collections, and records here, but no matter who you ask, this particular one will always make their top list.

Collected in a remote city in China. When the investigators arrived, they found that it had been isolated in time. All its inhabitants dressed and lived as if they were from the late Táng Dynasty.

They were completely unaware of the state of the world beyond their lands, as if trapped in a time capsule from the forgotten past.

Oh ...

But how is that possible? Did no one ever leave the city? Not even to travel or do business?

You're a clever one, Miss. Yes, it seems the investigators were confused, too. In the end, they realized that an arcane skill was affecting the Pèilín River.

Sadly, it seems the arcane energy was dissipating by the time they arrived, and they weren't able to figure out its cause.

This is the only sample they were able to recover. Laplace has been begging for access to it. They're eager to unravel the mystery.

Wow. That is indeed a most intriguing claim.

It's not just a claim, Miss. It's real. Wait.

Ms. Matilda Bouanich?

You've heard of me?

Yeah, of course. Who hasn't heard of the Bouaniches and their star investigator daughter. Didn't you know that everyone's been talking about you since you joined the Foundation?

Actually, my mother and I went to visit you. Oh. But I haven't introduced myself.

Constance Scott, I'm a fellow graduate from SPDM.

Of course, now, I'm just a record keeper here.

Actually, I've been looking for you as well, Ms. Scott. Commissioner Pedra asked me to give this to you.

A letter? What's it about?

I couldn't say. But he had a most unpleasant look about him as he gave it to me. Then he asked me to review my report on the events in San Francisco.

Are you alright? Your face has grown quite pale.

I'm fine. I just have a bad feeling I know what I'm about to read.

The investigation has been concluded. Unfortunately, their findings were exactly as we feared.

The suspect must be apprehended ASAP, and all efforts must be made to retrieve this arcane object before either cause further trouble.

You must leave immediately. Her last reported sighting was in Chinatown, Los Angeles.

Oranges! Fresh oranges!

Sorry, could you say that again? Zhǐ Mǎ Wǔ? And that means paper horse dance? Okay. I got it.

Hey, shopkeeper! Got any Siu Yuk left? No? Then give me a piece of Char Siu and some Bak Chit Gai, please.

Wow! Daddy, look! There's a dragon on the floor. That's totally cool!

Welcome to Chinatown. How do you like it?

Yes. It does give me a certain sense of nostalgia. Do you come here often, Ms. Poitier?

Yeah, I guess so. I mean, outside of work, it's been a while. Three years or so.

Only once in three years? I don't think you can consider that "often."

Yeah, well, it's a fun place for a day trip, sure, but things are different when you put on the uniform.

Remember that private eye back at the hospital, Zhōu? You can get an impression about how people see the police around here from him.

You mean that the residents here don't cooperate with the Arcane Affairs division?

Well, it's complicated. There's a lot of language and cultural barriers. Folks here just don't turn to the police to solve their problems. Even when they do, we feel like we have no idea where to start.

The thing that surprised me the most was how arcanists of all kinds and humans live so closely together here. I guess it's the same in China, isn't it?

I remember this one time, we had a call about a break-in. When we got there, it turned out the shopkeeper was a big white bird as tall as I am.

And this other time, we're chasing down a lost puppet for some lame-ass puppeteer. Anyways, so I ask an old lady if she'd seen a doll nearby. You know what she said?

Well, I don't know what she said, but she started going off about me being a Lǎowài.

Now, give me some credit. I might not speak Chinese, but I do know Lǎowài means foreigner. So, excuse me? Like I'm American, baby—born and raised.

Heh heh. Sorry.

That's not even the half of it.

The thing is, I don't hate it here, although I can't say I love Chinatown very much either. To be honest, most of us on the force haven't found a way to make inroads with the people here.

If that's the problem, why don't we try to understand things step by step? Maybe then we can start fresh? We're here anyway.

Yeah, it's worth a shot.

If we're gonna get anywhere, then we'll have to start here.

But we need to check another task off our list first.

Should be right there, down the alley. Feeling excited, rookie?

We're about to pay a visit to your favorite director, Noire.

Favorite? What? No. I just like the movies, that's all. I've got no specific feelings for the director.

Maybe just a little. I am curious about the mind of the director behind such great movies.

But this is strictly a police matter, so I will act with professional self-restraint.

Actually, I've made a request with the Vigiles Intelligence branch for a file on Director Noire and any related events. We should get it soon.

You've got a file on her already? Feels like you're going a bit overboard, rookie.

It wasn't actually the director that called us. Her assistant did. Later on, Noire herself contacted us and said the so-called threat was just a misunderstanding.

Normally, we'd leave it at that. There's too much real crime out there to bother with a case where the victim doesn't think anything happened.

Still, according to Dispatch, the assistant was real spooked over it. The operator got the feeling we should give it a second look, so they kept the file open.

But look, this is just a follow-up and an excuse to come down here. So, keep your mind on the real mission.

Got it, ma'am.

It's been reassigned to the local precinct.

What's wrong? What does that mean?

Nothing, kid. It's just most of the force aren't trained to deal with arcane crimes. Don't get me wrong. They're good, capable officers, but I'm worried.

If this was any other case, I'd keep my mouth shut, but come on, this is clearly our department. This case has arcanum all over it.

I don't think they know what they're getting into.

...

Ms. Poitier, I have an idea. What if we ...

We prioritize Noire's case, which just happens to put us in Chinatown. So, there's no harm in asking a few questions about our other investigation.

I knew there was a little rebel in you, Liáng. You like to bend the rules, just not break 'em, am I right?

Um, not too often.

Actually, I think we're obliged to take Ms. Noire's case seriously, even if it wouldn't help us with the other case.

Please wait a minute. It's my communication device.

SPF-I Portable Contact Device activated. You've received a new message. Downloading attachment.

Download complete. Please check your mailbox.

Message? What's it about?

It's from the Intelligence Department. They've found her records.

Ms. Noire is registered with the Foundation. There might be something in her files that can provide us some clues.

Wait. Is this ...

Whose is this? It's blocking the camera's sightlines. Get it out of the way!

When are we coming in? We've been waiting forever. I wish I brought a chair.

What's going on? Are they filming another movie? Do you see anyone famous?

Oh! Is that today's lunch? Mind if I take a look?

Not now? Fine.

That's that odd person I saw at the hospital. She works for the Foundation.

Who? You mean camera-head over there? What do you mean by odd? You think she could be a fake?

No, she's a real Foundation member. I checked her information as well when I inquired about Ms. Noire's file.

Her name is Latham, an Awakened arcanist, currently working in the Arcanum Containment Department.

I wasn't given any access to her details. But based on our encounter, we should have no problem with her.

Good, fine. I'm happy enough leaving the Awakened to their quirkiness.

What do you mean she hasn't eaten yet? Director Noire's doctor was explicit that she is not allowed to skip any meals.

Oh, hello, officers. How can I help you?

We received a call from a Lin Wang. Did you make a report about some unknown person making physical threats and stalking Ms. Noire?

Yes. That's right. I'm Lin, but ...

We did it!

Abby?! You're here!

Cut.

No. I'm afraid we'll have to roll that again.

I-I'm sorry, director.

Not at all. I just want more emotion this time. She's your true love, but you have been apart for a long time. Things are different now. She is, you are.

Your reunion must be more complex. It isn't simply happiness you feel. You must mix that emotion with worry and guilt.

She doesn't know anything about what happened to you. You can't help but worry that she will never be able to understand you. You wonder if she has got herself into any troubles.

I know this is a short scene, but the audience must see your full range of emotions. You are capable of more, so be more.

I know you attended drama school, so let's see that training shine. I know you can do it.

Yes, director. I'll try my best.

Good. Let's roll it again.

Ahem, excuse me, Director Noire?

...

Huh, for someone that famous, you'd think I'd have known she uses a wheelchair.

How you feeling? Finally getting a chance to meet your favorite director. Thrilled?

What's with the long face, kid? Where'd all your excitement go?

Oh. Is it about the message you got?

Yes. It's just something that's bothering me.

Thanks for coming, officers. But I believe I've already explained that this was all just a misunderstanding.

As you can see, I'm in perfect health, well, ignoring these two.

But according to your assistant, there's been someone stalking you for months, and they've recently sent you a threatening letter.

So what—that all just "misunderstandings" too?

I'm terribly sorry for inconveniencing you, officers. Lin is a very dedicated assistant, always looking out for me. She may have just overreacted to my situation.

I don't mean to brag, but I've been in the limelight for long enough that I've seen my share of crazy fans.

I'm used to it.

Sure, I get that. But about that letter you received, do you still have it?

I'm afraid I don't have it anymore.

I receive so many letters, most of them friendly, some of them not-so-much friendly.

I've made a name in this industry, and a few enemies too. If I paid any attention to the negativity, it'd only drag me down. I tend not to keep the bad ones around.

While I'm sure you would do a fine job keeping me safe, officers, I can't let myself worry over it. Besides, what are they going to do? Break my kneecaps?

Frankly, the only thing I am worried about is that your presence is another distraction for my crew.

So, it's very much appreciated that you went out of your way to check in on me, but I have a movie to make. I can't disappoint my fans.

Now, if you'll excuse me, we're burning daylight, and I still have four more scenes to film.

These Hollywood producers may have opened doors for me, but they also give me so many problems lately.

Is this really just because of your movie?

Pardon me?

You seem to be refusing our assistance because you've decided this threat is only a harmless prank.

You've decided that it's worth the risk to focus on your film.

I don't mean to judge your decision. It may be understandable in some cases.

But if this threat is not just a prank, if it is serious ...

Am I sensing disapproval?

There has been an increase in patients coming from Chinatown showing signs of mental instability.

Their symptoms include confusion, amnesia, drowsiness, and volatile anger. None of the patients seem to have anything in common. No prior history, all without clear cause.

Does that sound familiar?

Sorry, is this leading somewhere?

A case, eight years ago.

Hé Rìjūn, the scriptwriter for your first big hit, Detective C07. She burned to death in her own house.

However, the cleaners found a film reel in the debris, surprisingly intact after the fire.

...

Strange, isn't it? Every other item was burned to ash, yet this one 8mm reel was as good as new.

The cleaners felt the same way, so, being curious, they played the reel.

Three of the five who watched it ended up in an asylum, one jumped from a building, and the last, according to the reports, became like an empty shell of a person.

And what's happening here reminds you of that?

There are some commonalities between the cases. I can't ignore the possibility that they're related.

Two in particular stand out to me, the similar symptoms of those affected, and you.

Hard to shake the thought that these are not coincidences.

What are the police still here for? Are we gonna get back to filming?

Who knows, but it doesn't seem good. We're losing light here. Can these guys wrap it up already?

Is that an accusation?

No, not at all. I'm just hoping you might be able to shed some light on our case.

After our initial investigation, we officially recorded it as an ominous arcanum incident, and determined that the cause was that 8mm film reel, which contained a film titled Reunion of the Three Swallows.

To this day, however, the exact nature of the arcanum hasn't been conclusively determined. We still aren't sure why it has this strange effect on people's minds, nor why the damage appears to be irreversible.

Perhaps more importantly, we still don't know the origin behind the arcanum on the reel. There are many possible causes that might create such an effect.

One of the most common thoughts is from absorbing powerful emotions from an arcanist.

The darkest emotions possess the strongest power, anger, hatred ...

Emotions so strong that they can outlast their bearer's death, like a curse from beyond the grave carrying out their last will as an obsession.

And in such cases, these objects are sure to lead to disaster.

I believe that this film is, undoubtedly, one such cursed item.

If it is the case that this film was involved in these new incidents, then we must find out what obsession it's carrying out, and find a countermeasure.

I assume you're already on the case.

Indeed, I am, Ms. Noire. I've been studying the report on the original case, including some of the theories of the original investigator.

One of those theories suggests that despite your collaboration on the C07 series, there were many points of conflict between you and Ms. Hé.

In fact, the reports mention you had a violent quarrel with her on the day of the fire. There was even a question about whether you might have been responsible for her death.

So, as you can see, I have more than a strong reason to believe you are connected. And if this cursed reel is behind these recent incidents ...

I'm afraid that you may be the intended target of this curse.

Hot damn, rookie. Who coulda guessed the famous director would be a part of her own real-life thriller.

After talking to her, we still got nothing useful to go on. I can't read anything behind that smiling face of hers.

But if your little theory has got any truth to it, then Noire is in real danger. So, why not talk? Isn't she worried about her own life?

You mean the grocer's daughter has also ...

Yes. So many, many things happening around the neighborhood. Crazy!

But the Lu's are lucky. They took their daughter to a good local doctor, and she got better.

But the other family down the road aren't so lucky. Their grandma was already so weak from arthritis, and now she's gone crazy. She's probably gonna drive them crazy too.

You know what? Another girl, she asked around about this too. *sigh* If I had to guess, it's because of those evil spirits. Things are never easy before the Dùshuò Festival.

Another girl? Do you know who she is?

She said she's an exorcist from the neo-science ... neo-science something ... exorcism office ... and is new here in Chinatown.

She gave me a fancy business card. But I don't know where it is now.

I see. Thank you very much.

So, any progress?

I have some bad news. First, there are more victims than we expected; second, we're not the only ones who've noticed.

We need to hurry if we don't want this case to attract wider attention.

Why don't we start with the director, then? She seems like our best lead.

I've got a hunch her case is connected with this one.

Just like you said, there are too many coincidences to not dig deeper.

That writer, what was it, Hé Rìjūn? She's an arcanist, right? No surprise that she'd imbue that film with all of her final bits of hatred. I've seen a dozen cases like it.

Cursed objects are weird as heck. It's definitely possible that it could've chased Noire all the way here.

But there isn't any evidence that corroborates the rivalry between Ms. Noire and Ms. Hé.

Hold on. Didn't you read that in a report by another vigil? Maybe it's only hearsay, but that's something.

Not only that. Get this—I did some digging of my own. The night that cleaner leaped off that roof was the exact same night that Noire was in the car accident that left her legs paralyzed.

It gets freakier. According to the reports, they happened within minutes of each other, and the building was less than a block away from the scene of the accident. How's that for evidence?

We've got a saying in the DAA, cadet. "When it comes to arcanum, there's no such thing as coincidences."

Whether coincidence or not, it isn't much to go on. We need evidence.

Of course. We can't just leap to accusations without proof. But when it comes to arcane crime, you've gotta follow your hunches. So, keep your nose to the ground.

I get you. This isn't just about evidence. You don't wanna point the finger at someone you admire.

But you've gotta pursue this, even if that means you have to separate the artist from their work.

Actually, there is another reason that I'm not entirely convinced that Ms. Noire, the "film incident," and the events in Chinatown are connected.

In fact, it's quite a substantial reason. If our records are correct, the cursed reel was found and contained by the Foundation six months after the initial incident.

Which means, unless something has gone horribly wrong, it should still be safely stored within the Arcanum Containment Depart—

Oops! I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

...

Well ...

If I remember it right, you mentioned earlier that you saw someone from the Foundation acting suspicious yesterday.

Yes, like the lady over there, she also works for the ACD.

Guess we'll have a talk with her.

I agree, Ms. Poitier.

Alright, alright. I'll tell.

But only to you, since you're a vigil, but she isn't, right? Sorry, I should really only disclose this info to other Foundation members.

Hmph.

There's no one I would trust more than a vigil, Ms. Liáng.

I'm here on a mission for the Foundation, and you might be able to help me with it.

September 1990, a female arcanist committed a serious assault and caused a number of casualties. She appeared at an illegal gathering held by the Order of Enlightenment, a subordinate organization of Manus Vindictae.

The Timekeeper encountered her and confirmed her identity: Anjo Nala, a Beyond arcanist.

Born sometime in the 19th century, she was sealed inside a wind-up toy in the year 1968. Since then, she has become a lethal weapon that must obey whoever possesses her toy.

But back in 1985, I mean, the real 1985 ...

That toy had been safely stored in our Arcanum Containment Department as a "dangerous item."

Until it was stolen.

You were involved in that particular inventory check. There are four additional items that are now lost aside from No. 066.

The circumstances of the last "Storm" and that devastating "spell" threw our whole organization into chaos. However, there's no excuse for failing to uphold our department's most crucial mission.

Fortunately, it appears that our "break-in" was committed by a single culprit.

I heard what you and your partner just said. It's about all the weird things happening in Chinatown, right?

It was my mission to catch Latham and retrieve all the arcane objects she'd stolen before they caused more damage.

But I guess it's already too late for that.

Then you're saying that ...

Yes, the cursed reel from the incident you mentioned was among the stolen items. And you said that you have some clue about its current whereabouts?

I was told to operate under strict secrecy, but at this point, the faster they're retrieved, the better. So, shall we work together?

Our main suspect is Latham, an Awakened arcanist.

It's hard for me to believe she'd do this. We were colleagues and close friends. I used to call her Loggerhead, because she's the most forgetful person I know.

At first, I refused to believe she could do such a thing. I still don't understand why. She's not the kind to be greedy.

But the Vigiles investigated the theft thoroughly, and the Vigiles are not the kind to make mistakes.

You've been here a few days already, right? Have you had any word about where she might be?

...

Sorry, I haven't.

Oh. What a pity.

Have a good day!

What's the rush? I haven't even finished my noodles.

We can eat later, but we need to find Ms. Latham, now!

Wait, wait. Hold on. I'm all for chasing down a crook. But why do I get the feeling you didn't tell your Foundation friend about your run-in with Latham?

What's up? Why you keeping her in the dark?

I think that something isn't right about her.

I've been to the ACD before. To most, it might seem defenseless, but it's actually heavily protected by arcane rituals.

According to Ms. Scott, Latham acted alone.

But there's nothing in her file that would suggest she's capable of that. Her arcane skill level is frankly far from remarkable.

Even with insider knowledge, I don't believe it's possible she could have bypassed the security system and escaped on her own.

Either Ms. Latham has playing the Foundation for fools, or she has more powerful accomplices. That leads me to another thing. This mission is not something a typical Foundation staff member would be assigned to—as Ms. Scott claimed to be.

There's something we don't know.

You're saying that girl with glasses lied to you?

Maybe, or that she was being lied to herself.

There was another thing I found while searching through Ms. Latham's files, or rather, what I didn't find—there were no warnings or notices on her employee records.

You mean, she's not actually wanted?

No, I don't think so.

Ms. Scott said that their department wanted to solve this problem in secret, so I thought that might explain the reason Ms. Latham's warrant wasn't on her file.

However, when I tried to access more of their records to double-check my findings, I ran into a block on Ms. Scott's records.

Access denied. You do not have permission to view this information. If you need access, please contact your supervisor.

It could just be because I'm only a cadet. There are some files that I don't have access to yet. I contacted my supervisor, but I haven't heard anything back.

I don't mean to distrust her, but I can't hold anyone above suspicion.

And what about me? You're putting a lot of trust in me, Liáng. Is it really alright that you're telling me all this?

A dangerous item stolen from the Foundation and possibly an inside job at that. That's a scandal in the making.

You could've just lied to me, make up some kind of story. It's not hard for a smart kid like you.

Why would I? We're partners, Ms. Poitier. Hiding information from you wouldn't be right. You told me that yourself, didn't you?

Me?

Yes, the first day we were on duty together, you said you "need to know what makes me tick."

Hmm, I did, didn't I?

I've reconsidered it, and you're right.

During my training as a vigil, our instructor emphasized many times that trusting in our partner was of vital importance.

And you, Ms. Poitier, have proven to be capable, decisive, and compassionate. I have developed a deep respect for your work.

We share the same goal: to discover the truth behind the incidents happening in Chinatown. I can't think of any reason why I shouldn't cooperate with you.

Alright, alright, alright. Enough. I'm blushing already.

Damn, girl! I didn't expect my meek little mouse to turn into this.

This what?

Forget it. You've made your point. Now, stop it.

But you kinda missed my point. I'm worrying that the Foundation is gonna punish you for leaking classified information. Won't you get in trouble?

Though I may be a vigil of the Foundation, before that, I am a descendant of the Liáng family. I'm obliged to do all that is necessary to fulfill my destiny.

And given the circumstances, I think providing all relevant information that might assist us in catching the thief and retrieving these threatening arcane objects is worth bending the rules ... just a little.

Besides, I'm not under any orders to keep this a secret. So ...

Haha. Cheeky, and you say you don't like bending the rules. I see you, boo.

And I like it. Come on. Let's work this out together, partner.

Which one is my room again? Oh, right, I wrote it down. Let me see. There it is. I almost went too far again.

Now, the key card. Where did I put it—oh, here.

Home, sweet home. Oh, I'm exhaust—

Latham, right? It's been a while.

We have some questions for you. Please try to cooperate.

Alright. Fine. I'll tell you everything.

It was me, okay? They said I stole those arcane objects and sold them for money, well, maybe I did—Ouch!

What do you mean "maybe"?

Because, actually, I can't remember it.

I can't find my memory film for that time, so really, I just don't know.

Memory film?

*sigh* So, to summarize what you just said, Latham:

You're an Awakened piece of a movie projector, which forms a Latham loop.

You were designed to play movies, not record them, and that's why you suffer from severe amnesia.

You can only recall things that happened within the last three days, and after that, you'll forget almost everything, do I got that right?

I guess so.

You guess so?

Eek!

I can see why that friend of yours calls you Loggerhead. You deserve the name. What is going on here?

It's understandable. Awakened arcanists often suffer side effects related to their origins and materials, but still, this is quite unusual, to say the least.

So, she has no memory of what happened three days ago, or even any of the cases she was involved in. So then, she's basically useless to our investigation.

I can only imagine what a disaster it would be if you showed up in a Detective C07 movie.

Hey! That's rude! How come I'm a disaster?

What do you think?

I've made a request for Ms. Latham's detailed records. But, I don't think she's lying.

Back at the hospital, the best lie she could come up with was "a hamster riding a stethoscope." I kind of doubt she's a master manipulator.

Let me sort things out.

Ms. Loggerhead, you said you could record and save your memories using a special type of film developed by Laplace.

Which means that, even if you don't recall taking anything from the Arcanum Containment Department, your film should show whether you did or not.

But the fact is, the films are gone. Isn't that right?

Yeah. I usually carry my most important memories with me and leave the others in my room.

The Foundation staff checked the visitor log after the stuff was stolen. Turns out I was the only one who visited the office that day, so they sent people to my room and checked all my film, but they didn't find anything.

Then they said they already had other evidence, so ...

So they just declared Loggerhead guilty.

But that doesn't make any sense to me. Something must be wrong.

*sigh*

So, when you found Ms. Latham, you bought her a train ticket instead of putting her under arrest.

I know I've gone against orders, but I'm sure Loggerhead didn't do this. She's my friend. I can't just arrest her and have the Foundation lock her up.

I'm sorry for keeping all this from you, but you're a vigil. I had to be careful.

So, if it's not crossing a line, Ms. Liáng, Ms. Poitier, can I ask you to keep this between us? You can report it after we find out who's really done this.

Could you? Please?

We'll talk about that once we figure out what the hell's going on.

Back to the case. You said she gave you a train ticket. What're you still doing here?

Actually, while I was on my way to the train station, a car on the other side of the street lost control and hit my cab.

Thankfully, it crashed into the passenger seat where I was sitting. My metal's much stronger than human flesh.

That's right. There was a car accident yesterday morning. The driver suffered some kind of unknown mental abnormality while he was on the road. Maybe he's fallen victim, too.

What happened next?

I was sent to the hospital, and you showed up. I thought you were gonna arrest me, so I ran as fast as I could.

I threw away my cell phone and contact device as soon as I left the Foundation. Scott said they could use them to track me down. I couldn't get ahold of anyone and didn't know what to do.

And, even though I don't know for sure, I really don't think I'm guilty. It's super weird to be on the run when you feel like you're innocent.

So, I went back to Chinatown to ask Director Noire for help. She was the only one I could contact directly.

Noire ... Could you tell me how you got to know her?

Of course.

Let me see. Walk of Fame ... Walk of Fame ... Okay. Now I just need to turn left.

Wait, which way is left again? It changes every time I turn, right? Gosh, how the heck do people read maps?

Are you alright? It seems you could use some help.

Noire stopped to help me. She was really interested in my head, so we had a little chat, and I found out she was a director.

She offered to take me to the Walk of Fame. We talked a lot about movies on our way there. Then, I told her I was traveling alone, so she invited me to join her movie shoot in Chinatown.

How could I say no? I mean, she's a famous director. There's no way I'd miss a chance like that.

Interesting. That was the same day that odd things started happening in Chinatown.

Hmm. Well, I'm not sure about that.

Did anything strange happen that day?

Let me see. I did find a strange film reel when I was unpacking that night.

A strange film reel?

Wait. Could that be ...?

Yeah, a strange film reel. I've gotten into the habit of labeling my films, like "Check every day" or "Check from time to time," so that I know what to watch to keep important things in my mind.

I was gonna do a review that night, but when I looked through my film, there was a roll without a label on it.

It couldn't have been mine, cause it was made of a different material. I was so curious about it, you know? So I played it.

What did you see?

It was a movie, I guess. But it was pretty short, more like a demo or a trailer or something.

But it was so weird. Like a jumble of pictures and sounds. It didn't make any sense to me. I dunno. Maybe it was a prank or something. Hm?

What's wrong?

The film. It's gone.

What?

I can't find it. It was right here, in my bag.

Give it to me.

Damn, first time I've seen a bag messier than my sister's. Do you ever organize your stuff?

Nope. Nothing.

You didn't take it out and lose it somewhere, did you? Mistake it for a tip for your pizza guy or something?

I forget things, but I'm not an idiot. I didn't lose it. Check my film if you wanna prove it. It just disappeared into thin air.

But your film only records what you saw. Someone might have taken it when you weren't looking.

Does anyone else know about this film reel? Did you have any visitors or notice anything suspicious after you played it?

Suspicious? I don't think so. At least I didn't see anything.

The only person who visited me afterwards was Scott. She came to tell me I was wanted by the Foundation.

Oh. But actually, I wasn't alone when I played it. Noire was with me. She said she was interested in my memories, so she came and ...

What's wrong?

So, it was Noire who took the film?

What are you—Ugh!

Sorry, director. I'll try again.

Don't bother. Clearly, your martial arts skills are severely lacking. I don't want you to hit your head when you fall to the ground.

Go. Take a break.

That was the last one, director.

There are far fewer stunt performers with martial arts experience here than in Hong Kong. Master Lau and his men will arrive in a few days. Perhaps we could shoot this scene then?

Nicolas is on a tight schedule. I doubt he'll change it. Let me see what I can do.

Hm? Her again?

Oh, that young officer?

What do you want? Listen, I don't know what you're trying to do, but can't you just leave us alone?

Sorry, ma'am, this is a closed set. If you don't have a warrant, please leave.

Guys, guys, relax. Liáng isn't as mean as she seems.

I must say I didn't expect to see you so soon, officer. Is there something else you wanted to ask me?

I think I made myself perfectly clear this morning. I know nothing about your case.

No, madam. I'm here to help.

Help with what?

Ms. Latham mentioned that you're looking for a qualified stunt performer for your movie.

I'd like to help with that, if you don't mind, as an apology.

Hmm. You surprise me again.

You mean to say that you're a stuntwoman? Seriously?

Thank you, officer. Well, judging by your uniform, you're from the Vigiles Bureau, aren't you?

I appreciate the gesture. It's true that we may be able to attract more viewers if we have a vigil on the cast list.

But filmmaking isn't as easy as you think. Maybe I can fit you in next time.

I'm familiar with movies, especially yours. I'm actually a big fan.

And I saw the performance just now. Not to be rude or anything, but I think I can handle the stunt.

"For the betterment of the movie." That's what Ms. Latham said you were after. Is that right?

What? Does she even know what she's talking about?

Hmph. That's some pretty big talk.

That's true, but are you certain that you'll make my movie better?

Yes.

Hmm. Interesting.

Since you insist, let's give it a try. Show me what a vigil can do.

Excellent! Bravo!

Exactly as you claimed, no, even better. Really spectacular work, a perfect take.

I'm flattered, director.

Here. It's not open.

Thank you.

Didn't expect you to pull it off. That was a dangerous stunt. Scared the crap outta me.

Alright, alright, so you did a good job one time. But let me tell you, it takes a lot more than that to win recognition in this industry.

You've really gotta hone in on the dramatic scenes if you wanna move out of the stuntwoman box. You're good-looking, and you took that scene pretty seriously. You interested in doing that?

If you are, then I'll suggest you be a little more humble. There's always room for improvement, you know.

I ... You're right. I'm sorry.

But I'm not even a stuntwoman, let alone an actress. This is all just a bit of fun for me.

Is that so? Oh, what a shame.

I appreciate your sincerity, but I'd be even more appreciative if you were willing to do a few more scenes.

If it's just for a short time, I'd like to help in any way I can.

Fantastic! Follow me. We can have dinner and look at the script together. I have a few changes I want to make to the story.

Trust me, the audience will be more than happy to hear a line or two from you.

Lines? Okay.

That's all. Well? Have you memorized them?

Yes, every word. But ...

Aren't there too many?

She's got a point, director. The investors might not approve them. They already told us not to change the script like we did in Hong Kong.

Relax. We've done this before. They never read the script anyway.

Besides, I'm not exactly asking for a monologue here. It's only three lines. Just what's needed to make the character complete.

I'll keep practicing until filming starts.

I look forward to your performance.

By the way, I saw some deity dolls and sedan chairs on the set. The Dùshuò Festival is coming up, right? Is the crew joining the Shèhuǒ Parade?

Those are our props.

Our final scene is set at the Shèhuǒ Parade. I already spoke with the organizers in Chinatown. They've allowed us to shoot during it.

Really? The last C07 movie ended with a Shèhuǒ Parade, too.

Good memory. Looks like you meant it when you said you were a big fan.

So, did you find anything?

You said that your beastie friend could detect things tainted with evil, right? So did it sense anything wrong with the director?

No, but that doesn't mean—

Yes! I told you she'd never do that.

Hey! She can hear you, you know.

I'd never do what?

...

Sorry, I don't like skirting around things.

Can't we just ask her straight up?

Not really. If every criminal just confessed to their crimes, the Vigiles wouldn't exist.

Actually, I didn't just come here to apologize. There's something I want to ask you about.

What is it?

It's about the strange things happening in Chinatown these days.

Wait, so all this was just to butter us up so you could investigate your case?

Sorry, madam, but it's my job.

As I said, strange things have been happening in Chinatown—things that bear a striking resemblance to the "film incident" that you were involved in eight years ago, Ms. Noire.

The case document stated that the origin of these events is a film reel titled Reunion of the Three Swallows—a movie created by your friend, Hé Rìjūn.

Ms. Latham said you watched a film with her in her room a few days ago. Do you have any idea where that film reel is now?

That film reel?

Did you not know what it was?

I had no idea.

That film we watched together ... Well, to put it mildly, it had nothing of interest. It didn't seem to have any semblance of a story, even.

It couldn't have been one of Teresa's.

Maybe the original content has been contaminated. According to the Foundation's records, the film reel has two abilities: play and record.

The play ability allows it to conjure its contents into reality in a form similar to a movie image, which accounts for the hallucinations and phantoms the victims mentioned.

The record ability captures the souls of those in the same effective range as play, and the victims lose a part of themselves, like their sanity or their memories.

The case document doesn't mention anything about contamination, but my guess is that the souls recorded by the film have polluted the original content of the film.

Shame on them—whoever's behind this.

Wait, wait. What are you talking about? Can you explain it to me simply, please?

Ms. Noire didn't know that that film was Reunion of the Three Swallows, so naturally, she didn't take it.

I think she's telling the truth.

Really? That's great news.

Oh, right. The film's still missing, so it's not great news.

But, at least, Noire wasn't up to something when she made friends with me, right? That's definitely good news for me.

That means we're still friends. And friends help each other. Liáng said that the film reel could cause some problems for you. Let me help you find it.

I'll catch that thief and take the film back to the ACD.

Then you'll be safe, I'll clear my name, and the problems in Chinatown will be solved. That's three birds with one stone. Genius, right?

You know, Ms. Latham, this is what I like about you. You always speak your mind.

Our relationships are so complex, aren't they? That's what makes them so intriguing, captivating, really. A constant source of inspiration.

But sometimes I feel that life is better kept simple. Wouldn't you agree, Ms. Vigil?

Agreed.

May I ask you another question?

Please.

The rumors about C07, which ones are true?

I don't think a few old stories will help you solve the case.

It's not only for the case, but for my own curiosity.

I wasn't lying when I said I was familiar with your works. I really like them.

And this question matters a lot to me as a fan.

Oh. I see.

In that case, I really don't think you should know the truth, for your own good.

I appreciate your love for my works, but it's not a good idea to dig too deep into what went on behind the scenes.

Just enjoy the stories for what they are. Otherwise, the magic will be ruined.

Well, I can tell you one thing that might interest you, though.

Scott, and Tall Officer, over here.

Again, it's Poitier. Have you seriously already forgotten my name? It's only been three hours.

What's your status?

Couldn't find anything useful. Sorry.

I already asked the investigators who came with me to track down the other missing items, you know, to cover up for Loggerhead, but so far, they haven't found anything.

As for the person who stole the item, I haven't a clue.

Well ...

At least there haven't been any reports of arcane explosions or earthquakes. No news is good news, right?

What about you? Any leads?

Ms. Noire didn't take the film, but she refused to tell us anything about its curse or the former owner, Hé Rìjūn.

Looks like I'm the only one who has good news.

You do? What about?

The illegal trade of arcane items. You told me to keep an eye on it.

I contacted my guy who tracks all that stuff. Told me about this trader called Pug Dog, a middleman in the black market.

He was pulled over for speeding this morning, but he actually paid the ticket right away. Can you believe that? I wouldn't be surprised if he shot the police car and ran away there.

An outlaw suddenly behaving himself ...

He must be up to something important. Something big enough to make him avoid getting into trouble over a speeding ticket.

The officers thought the same, so they tracked him to this stolen car, right? Well, guess where it's headed—here, Chinatown.

...

What's he doing?

Waiting for someone's my guess.

A middleman for the arcane black market. So, he probably has the cursed film, and now he's planning to sell it to someone.

We should get him now, before the film's sold off. Come on, this is our chance.

Hm? Mmm.

Shh. Someone's coming.

Good evening, sir. I hope I didn't keep you too long.

You got the dough?

Of course.

It's an envelope. Looks pretty thick.

All here. Dontcha worry, alright? You can trust me. Everyone in L.A. knows Pug Dog.

Here's your stuff.

Heh. I like customers like you, generous and to the point. Alright, I'm outta here. Pleasure doin' business with ya. And hey, feel free to call me again.

Seein' as you're a good customer o' mine, here's a bit of advice: Watch your back on the way outta here.

What do you mean?

Sorry to interrupt, but neither one of you will be making your own way home. Ms. Noire, Pug Dog.

I'm afraid you'll be coming to the Arcane Affairs office with me.

F**kin' cop!

Ow! Easy, easy.

Shut up and stay down!

Ms. Noire, could you show me what he gave you?

Go ahead.

Super 8 mm. This must be it. Reunion of the Three Swallows. Hé Rìjūn's final work.

The culprit behind the strange happenings in Chinatown.

Well, that was easier than expected. Half a day, and we've already tracked it down.

Now all we gotta do is stop it from doing its arcanum-y thing. But how? Smash it?

I don't think that's a good idea.

I have to admit, Ms. Noire's right.

Arcane items need to be handled with the utmost care. No one knows what will happen once it's broken. We could make things worse.

Fine. Let's take these two back to the office first.

On your feet, tough guy! We gotta go.

Ugh. Damn it. How'd ya find me? Some asshole sell me out?

Wait. You!

It was you! You f**kin' traitor! I shoulda known you were workin' with the cops.

Huh? What are you talking about?

Uh, wait, let me explain. This is just a misunderstanding.

Don't worry, Ms. Scott. You're right. There has been a misunderstanding between you and him. Allow me to explain.

You never had the intention of betraying him, nor were you working with us.

You simply gave him the item you wanted to sell. That's it.

What? What do you mean?

The truth was always there—hidden beneath the lies and distractions. All you have to do is whittle them down, one by one.

The probable cause of the events in Chinatown is the Reunion of the Three Swallows film reel, and apparently, Ms. Noire has a history with it.

But Ms. Noire doesn't have anything to do with the Foundation. There's no way she could sneak into the ACD and steal the film. The same goes for this gentleman or any other outsider.

So, the thief who wants Ms. Latham to take the fall must work for the Foundation.

In fact, since they stole the item without being noticed, they probably work for the ACD.

And they must be close to Ms. Latham to know enough about her amnesia to be able to take advantage of it.

But loads of people at the ACD know about my condition. You can't pin it on Scott just from that.

That's way too harsh, right, Scott? Right?

Scott? Say something, will you?

...

How long have you known?

Since Ms. Latham said you were good friends. With all due respect, your plan was far from perfect.

Ugh, I knew it. You brought me along so this guy would call me out.

You're right. I messed up. My plan was far from perfect because, well, I couldn't stick to the so-called plan since the very beginning.

I didn't know the Foundation was already investigating the theft until after I'd hidden the items in Loggerhead's room.

Then I had no choice but to use this idiot as the scapegoat. I never thought she'd accidentally bring the film to L.A., or that I'd be ordered to investigate the case.

I got in touch with this guy a long time ago, and the trade site happened to be in L.A. too. So, my plan was to get the film back and sell it right afterwards.

But things didn't go as smoothly as I thought. I shouldn't have gotten greedy, or been so nice to this dummy.

But, but ...

We're friends, aren't we?

Friends? Don't be ridiculous. I don't know how you can act like nothing's wrong when literally everyone is laughing at you. And the fact that they thought that I was one of your kind.

Ugh! What an insult! I only hung out with you because ... because I had no choice.

You're an idiot who forgets everything every three days. It's your own damn fault. Anyone looking for a scapegoat would immediately think of you.

Quit it! I don't wanna hear any more of your BS.

Hands up, Ms. Scott. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.

Wait, you're still going to fight?

Wait. Scott!

I have to know, why did you steal from the Foundation?

Does it matter?

Would you feel better if I had a reason? Oh, please! Your ignorant, stupid little brain makes me sick.

It was for the money, of course. And to prove to the others that I'm not a bloody fool like you.

Imagine the shock on their faces when they discover that I did what none of them could. Those so-called unbreakable arcane security skills were easy to deal with as long as I ...

I ...

You what? How did you bypass the Foundation's security?

I don't remember. That's weird. How could I forget? All I remember is that an office lady talked to me in the corridor.

An office lady? When? What did you talk about?

She ... She showed me something. It was a bit dazzling, but very beautiful. It was ...

Oh, oh, right. It was a ...

Ahhhh—?

What?

Phew! Still intact. You've got no idea how long I've been looking for this.

You're ...

Hey there, kid. We meet again.

Scott! Scott!

No f**king way. She dead?

Not yet, but I doubt she can hold on much longer. I'll call an ambulance, and we're gonna need backup.

...

Why are you doing this?

Tell me. I need a reason.

It's my old friend that you should be asking.

Long time no see, Noire.

Yeah, it's been a while.

The last time we saw each other was in front of her grave, if memory serves? We really should keep in touch more often.

But you've gone too far this time, my friend.

This isn't part of our story.

This isn't a set, director. It's not your call.

Careful!

That's the spirit. This should be fun with you here, little vigil.

Let's all play our roles, shall we?

The hell?! I thought movie stars were just empty suits.

We're not going to last much longer. I have to do something. Poitier, cover me.

Arise Qiángliáng, swift and fierce!

...!

Banish all evil ...

... and cleanse this place!

What?

Hey!

Rookie, watch out!

Training isn't over! Stand firm!

That's ...

Wrong! Shoulders and elbows down! Relax your body and mind. How many times do I have to repeat myself?

Shh. Look, she's gonna fall any second.

Heh heh, that's what she gets for saying that to the teacher.

You don't come to training, you're distracted, and you're lazy. How could Qiángliáng obey such an undisciplined master?

Get up. I'll come back later. If you can't do it by sundown, there will be no dinner tonight.

Let's go. She's gonna be there all day. Wanna go to the theater?

Sure! The one on the corner's playing Detective C07 today.

The theater? I want to go, too.

I remember it now. I hated Qiángliáng when I was little.

Father was always trying to teach me something, about the Twelve Zhènzǐ, the Master of Qiángliáng, fighting the wicked and dispelling evil, fulfilling the duty of my inheritance. I was only a child. It was all too difficult for me to understand.

The other kids hated me. I was a traitor, a class president who took the side of the adults and enforced the rules. They'd all hang out and have fun together while I was left alone. I envied them.

Their lives were simple. I wanted that.

One cent, two cents ... five ...

I'm sorry, Piggy.

That day, I disobeyed Father, gathered up all my savings, and headed to the theater.

That was the first time I watched Detective C07. It was amazing.

But I knew. It was just fiction. Just an escape.

It wouldn't change anything in my real life. Once the movie was over, I'd have to go back to the same home I had just left.

I didn't want to leave, so I stayed in my seat for the closing credits.

But the lights didn't come on when the credits ended. Rather, the silver screen lit up again and played something.

It was an interview with Ms. Qí Xīng.

Ms. Qí Xīng, many children love your work and see you as their hero.

Yet some adults say that the story of Detective C07 is too unrealistic because she always beats the villain.

What's your opinion on this subject? Is it a flaw of the movie?

The real world's already a cruel and unfair place. Our movie's idealistic, yes, but it shows us a world where good is rewarded and evil is punished. We need that.

If we can't accept justice and truth even in a fictional world, then what hope do we have for reality?

C07 is justice, a hero who fights evil and cares for the weak. She'll always bring a happy ending, no matter what she's faced with.

One of our goals with this movie, and with the character, was to inspire and encourage our viewers.

We know that most people can't become a C07 in the real world. After all, it's an incredibly difficult path to take.

But we hope that we can at least inspire people to become heroes in their own lives, to create happy endings for themselves and the people around them.

It was just a short interview like any other, but I still remember every word she said.

"As the master of Qiángliáng, you must use your power to fight the wicked and dispel evil. It is your duty to maintain the peace of the world."

Qiángliáng, the powerful being that had always been a blur to me, suddenly became clear.

I realized that I could be more than just a hero who creates happy endings for herself and the people around her. I could be the hero who creates happy endings for everyone, just like C07.

She was right. Not everyone can do that, but I could, because I was Yuè of the Liáng family, the master of Qiángliáng. On that day, the burden that had been crushing me suddenly became a blessing.

...

So, what went wrong?

Stay with me, Poitier. Please!

Why? Why did you do that?

I-I thought you hated me.

People always hate me.

*cough* You could tell, huh?

But that's—*cough*—that's in the past. Forget it.

We just didn't know you yet.

Poitier?

No! No!! Please! Poitier!

Ugh, will you shut up? I'm not dead yet.

Ugh!

The hell you doing sleeping on my thigh, huh? Ugh, my leg's gone numb. And clean up the drool on your chin.

What? Ah. I'm sorry.

Just kidding, boo. You're not drooling.

...

Alright, turn on the TV for me. I was bored out of my mind waiting for you to wake up.

Tall Officer, are you up? I got you guys Chinese food. You must be hungry.

Shh.

Almost 20 suspects in the holding cell were injured. Most were found unconscious at the scene and are now in critical condition at the hospital.

The victims include arcane black market dealer Caster and Chicago gang leader Jason the Coyote, both of whom have since been acquitted of their crimes.

Cameras, out of the way, out of the way! The ambulance needs to come through. We need banana bags stat, or these people could go into shock.

Ah. My skin. It burns. Help, help!

Whoever you are who did this, just wait and see. I'll, I'll tear you apart, you asshole!

The fire is speculated to have been started by a victim of a Nightpiercer attack who displayed signs of mental instability.

At the same time, similar incidents have occurred at the Liber Street Detention Center and the Chinatown Police Station. The situations at both sites are similarly concerning.

It has been reported that the Division of Arcane Affairs is considering the potential connections between these incidents. The mysterious figure behind the unresolved Nightpiercer attacks remains their top suspect.

As with the previous attacks attributed to the Nightpiercer, the victims of these incidents are once again notorious criminals with extensive records.

However, in light of the Nightpiercer's escalating criminal activities, support for the figure is dwindling as concerns for safety rise.

In response to ongoing skepticism regarding the lack of resolution in the Nightpiercer case, Deputy Chief Elden of the Division of Arcane Affairs stated during the press conference that—

F**k! I pass out for half a day, and Qí Xīng's already turned the city into her personal playground?

Grab your stuff, rookie. We're hitting the road. Gotta find this b**ch before she kills someone.

What, your feet stuck to the floor or something?

Deputy Chief Elden took us off the case. It was an official order.

Early this morning, Constance Scott, a staff member of the Foundation's Arcanum Containment Department, was assaulted during an illegal arcane object trade. She's still in critical condition.

Forensic Services has confirmed that the arcane skill traces found at the scene of the attack match those left by the suspect in the ongoing Nightpiercer case.

Thanks to Noire and our Vigiles cadet Liáng Yuè, who were both at the scene of the attack, we've been able to confirm the identity of the Nightpiercer.

Name's Qí Xīng, a 29-year-old former movie actress from Hong Kong. She played the lead role in the Detective C07 series, where she gained a reasonable amount of fame.

She was in a few more movies after that, but no big hits. She officially retired from acting a few years ago.

The BAU's come to the conclusion that she's confused herself with her movie character—possibly a result of a mental imbalance caused by the setbacks in her career.

She thinks she's the real-life C07, the hero who fights evil and cares for the weak. In short, we have a "vigilante" on our hands.

Thanks to a minor mistake from the Foundation's Arcanum Containment Department, we also have a dangerous arcane item, a cursed film reel called Reunion of the Three Swallows, somewhere in the city.

Liáng has confirmed that Constance Scott, the staff member who was assaulted by Qí Xīng yesterday, is the perpetrator of the theft.

As you're all aware, there's been an explosion in mental disorders in Chinatown. We now know that their source is the cursed film reel.

It's currently in Qí Xīng's possession, which makes her even more dangerous.

Having learned about the history behind this arcane film, we have reason to believe that obtaining it was one of her motives.

Since the film's been in her possession, there have been multiple assaults around the city, all matching the patterns of the Nightpiercer.

But there's one key difference. This time, the victims all showed the same mental disorder as the victims of the film.

We believe that the suspect is able to control the film's power to some extent, and she's using it to commit escalating crimes at a much higher frequency.

We need to act before the situation gets out of control.

Reinforcements from the Foundation and the Vigiles Bureau are already on the way. We will do whatever we can to protect our city before they arrive.

James, Carter, I'm putting you on the case. You'll be taking direct orders from me. The rest of you stick to your posts.

Excuse me, Deputy Chief Elden. I need to ask you something.

I already know what it is.

You and Poitier saw that something was going on in Chinatown and started an investigation yourselves.

You found the culprit behind the ACD theft and stopped an assault that could've ended much worse.

You've done a great job.

But there's one key thing you failed to do. You had a chance to apprehend the Nightpiercer right then and there, but somehow she slipped through your fingers.

According to your report and the witnesses' statements, you failed to summon your legendary beast when you confronted the suspect.

As a result, not only did the suspect get away, but your partner sustained an avoidable injury. I need my best, most reliable officers on this case.

Sorry, Liáng, but you don't make the cut. The two of you will be excluded from the operation.

This is bulls**t! He can't cut us out. This is our case!

No. We're doing this.

Calm down, Ms. Po ... Ms. Potty! Even if you feel fine, the doctor said you had to stay in bed for at least a few days.

The name's Poitier. And I'm fine, okay? Stop trying to—

*cough*

Damn it. So what went wrong? How come your friend, Tángláng, was it?—didn't show up?

Qiángliáng must've sensed my hesitation and refused my summon. You see, if its master can't overcome their selfish desires with an unwavering heart, it can turn on them. Father used to warn me about it.

But that won't happen again, I promise.

Heh heh. If you say so, what're you gonna do now?

I'll continue with the investigation. I need to find Qí Xīng.

What? But that angry grandpa already pulled you off the case.

I have to do this.

What for? Because of your duty to fight evil as the master of Qiángliáng?

I've always had two things guiding me: my duty as a member of the Liáng family and the spirit of C07.

But now, Qiángliáng has ignored my summon, and Qí Xīng has turned out to be anything but a hero. They were once the beacons of my life, but not anymore.

This could be a setback, yes, or, it could be an opportunity.

For the first time in my life, I can think about what I really want without having to consider anything else.

You know what, rookie, it always grinds my gears when you talk about your duty and all that stuff.

But what you're saying now? I like it.

Aren't you going to stop me?

Why would I? It's our case, isn't it? There's nothing wrong with doing our job.

If Elden b**ches about it, just tell him you bumped into the crook when you were strolling around the city.

Seriously?

Yeah. Nothing wrong with that, is there?

So what's the game plan, huh? What're you gonna do?

This scene again? They must've done a dozen takes already, right?

Yeah. I'm no movie expert, but even I can tell the actor's nervous as hell.

Of course, he is. Anyone would be nervous if they knew a wanted criminal could show up at any time and mess you up with arcanum.

Elden tried to keep the details of the case a secret, but that director from Hong Kong told her crew about it as soon as she came back.

I mean, I guess they have the right to know, and to run. Half of the extras got the hell out as fast as they could, and look at the other half. They're too nervous to work.

I know. Hey, that's the Vigiles cadet, isn't it? What's she doing here?

The officers said you're here to help. Is that right?

Excellent. We could really use a hand right now. Come, let's get you in costume.

I'm more than happy to help, but first, I have something important to ask you.

Right to the point this time, I see.

I don't think there's any need to tiptoe around each other anymore. Could you answer me directly this time?

What happened between you, Qí Xīng, and Hé Rìjūn, the creator of Reunion of the Three Swallows?

How did she die? Why do you and Ms. Qí Xīng both want that film? And why is she doing this?

What do you plan to do with my answers?

To Qí Xīng, I'm probably just another fan.

But to me, she and her character mean something.

I need to know why. I have to arrest her and find out the truth.

Maybe I can still fix things, but, Ms. Noire, I need your help if I'm going to do it.

You mean, you want to know more about her.

To peek behind the scenes—learn what really happened behind all the movie magic. I told you it's not a good idea.

We create works not just to express ourselves, but to entertain. And when we release them to the public, we open ourselves to all kinds of commentary, whether they be sweet or bitter.

But the people behind the characters, behind the production, they are not for entertainment. Their lives are not fiction.

Is that a no?

I haven't finished.

Though I don't advocate trying to cross the line between on and off screen, if we cast aside your relationship as fan and actress and treat you simply as individuals ...

Saying "I want to know more about you" sounds rather beautiful. It's touching, really.

I'll answer your questions, Ms. Liáng. Follow me.

Our story began 11 years ago. Life was tough, as it is for all young artists.

But, like the beginning of many stories, there was a kind of beauty in it.

"Another New Wave director has made a splash with her debut movie. Nitwit boasts an excellent foundation, but it may have reached a little too far with its bizarre and unconventional story ..."

"While some have praised its daring approach, it has proven too much for the general audience to appreciate, leading to a disappointing box office performance and living up to its title, Nitwit."

Hah, what can I say? They've got no taste.

Okay. I guess compromise is inevitable if I want to sell more tickets, but that's not exactly my strong suit.

Noire? Is that you?

What a surprise! It's so good to see you again.

Teresa?! What are you doing here? When did you come back to Hong Kong?

Teresa, or as you know her by, Hé Rìjūn ...

... was a dear friend of mine, the scriptwriter of Detective C07, and the creator of the cursed film—Reunion of the Three Swallows.

Hmm. This is a pretty good script. Interesting.

Teresa and I met while we were studying abroad at a film academy. We took the same scriptwriting class.

We didn't talk much at first. She always sat in the corner on her own.

I only got to know her after our teacher showed a script to the class as an example of excellent work.

The writer's name: Teresa.

Her stories could strike a balance between the details and the big picture. They were engaging, lighthearted, and warm.

So, in that moment, when we met again at the restaurant, I realized she was the one I'd been looking for.

At that time, she was an editor at a small press. I invited her to join my studio, and three months later, she put the first edition of Detective C07 on my table.

So? What do you think? Just tell me if you want to change anything. I can—

I'm thinking about who should play the heroine.

Hmm?

Your script is remarkable—even better than I expected. Let's shoot it.

So we had the script, but we couldn't decide who would play the heroine. We held endless auditions, even considered some famous actresses, but none of them fit.

Until that night.

What did you think of today's candidates? The last one seems okay to me.

No. She's missing that edge. You can see it too, right?

We're not making lemonade from lemons. At least I'm not.

But what if she doesn't even exist? What if our perfect actress only lives in our imaginations?

Then we'll keep looking until she's born.

Agh!

Y-You—What're you doing?

I'm kicking your ass. Got a problem with that, perverts?

F**k off!

J-Just you wait! We'll come back! You'll see!

You really shouldn't have done that. Those guys live in the neighborhood. They won't just let you off the hook after this.

I know you just wanted to help that girl, but she didn't say anything. Why did you have to make such a scene? What if they come back and tear up the restaurant?

*sigh* You've gotten me into big trouble, Ā Xīng.

Don't worry, boss. I'll quit. If they come again, tell them to come find me.

Here's my key. Remember to open early. Your regulars don't like to wait.

Ā Xīng, what are you ... *sigh*

Looks like you just lost your job.

Yeah, and what's it to you? What do you want?

To offer you a new one. Are you interested in acting?

Ā Xīng was surprised when I made the offer. She said she needed to think about it, so Teresa gave her a copy of the script.

The next day, she knocked on our door and took the offer.

Later, we learned that Ā Xīng was born into a poor family. Her father was in prison, and her mother had mental issues. She'd been the breadwinner for the family since she was a kid.

Her father's reputation would often get her into trouble. So, usually, she was either on the way to a job or to a fight.

The C07 you saw always had a confident smile on her face, but in actual fact, Ā Xīng almost never smiled at the beginning.

An actor should learn to commit to the moment in front of the camera and come back to reality behind it. But Ā Xīng didn't.

She didn't come back to reality. She's never once stopped playing the role of C07 since then, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.

She started to smile the way C07 smiled. She went from brash and reckless to sly and methodical—just like C07.

The Deputy Chief and the BAU made a mistake. Ā Xīng has not confused herself with her character.

After all these years in the movie industry, I've seen a lot of actors get carried away by the glitz and glamor of their characters.

But Ā Xīng is different. She values C07 even more than herself.

So much so that, ultimately, it eclipsed her own consciousness.

Ms. Liáng, you asked me which rumors about C07 and the three of us were true. Now I can give you an answer.

Most of them were.

Is this ...?

We drew a lot of attention after the release of C07. Put a magnifying glass up to anyone, and you'll always find imperfections. We were no exception.

Ā Xīng was as stubborn and uncompromising as I was. When we disagreed, it would blow up into a huge argument, neither one of us giving in to the other. Poor Teresa was always caught in the middle.

I was too young, too bullheaded, to realize the consequences that this might cause. I tore a path forward, often ignoring the people around me.

Teresa, on the other hand, was kindhearted, perhaps too much so. She never got angry, no matter what people said. She just bottled it up inside and let it eat away at her.

She didn't like taking photos. She was self-conscious about her appearance, so we only have a few together.

This one was taken when we were shooting C07 II. We were so close back then. Of course, we knew we'd have to part ways eventually, but we didn't concern ourselves with that.

Even then, our shortcomings had started to hurt our relationship. But by the time we realized it, the damage had been done.

No! This ending makes no sense. C07 would never do that.

When we were making C07 III, Ā Xīng was up in arms about the ending.

In the sequence, C07 tracks a criminal through a Shèhuǒ Parade, hoping to finish him off herself. But when she finds him sitting at home with his family, she changes her mind.

Ā Xīng didn't like it.

She said that C07 would punish the villain for what he's done, that she would never change her mind. We had countless arguments over this ending, and, of course, we never reached a conclusion.

Alright, alright! Enough! We're not getting anywhere with this.

I have an idea.

So I cheated.

Were I in the same position now, I'd solve the problem more delicately.

But I was a jerk back then. The only thing that mattered was the movie. I couldn't care less about what people thought, including my heroine.

I asked Teresa to write an alternative ending and told Ā Xīng that we'd shoot both endings and pick the better one together.

She agreed.

But you didn't keep your word. You released the movie with the original ending.

It turned out to be very popular, but Ā Xīng saw it as a betrayal. At the premiere, she announced she was quitting the New Art Company that the three of us had founded together.

I didn't stop her.

Teresa tried to mend our relationship, like she always did.

I wrote a new story, not for C07—a completely new one. If you're interested, maybe we can use it for our next movie.

I made a sizzle reel. It's pretty short, probably not as good as the ones we usually make, but shall we watch it together?

It was her proof of concept for Reunion of the Three Swallows.

I knew Teresa had always wanted to put an end to the C07 series and write something she was really passionate about.

Perhaps she thought a new story would help Ā Xīng move away from C07 and become herself again.

Unfortunately, when she came to show us the script, Ā Xīng and I were in the middle of a fight.

No! I'm not acting in any more of your movies.

Ā Xīng, wait! Ugh!

Ā Xīng had always been kind to Teresa, but on that day, she pushed her out of the doorway and stormed off.

While I ... Well, as I said, I was a jerk. I flipped through her script, and a flurry of harsh words left my mouth.

Really? This type of story again?

I told you this isn't your strong suit.

...!

In the end, neither Ā Xīng nor I cared enough to watch Teresa's sizzle reel, even though she tried so hard to present it to us.

That was the last time we saw Teresa.

That fire ...

Yes. That's why I'd pay any price to get that film.

Her script was burned to ashes in the fire. I need to know what story she was trying to tell.

I suppose Ā Xīng feels the same.

This is what you wanted to see last time you and your officer friend visited me.

You mean the threatening letter?

It's not a letter, actually.

It's the script of Detective C07 I.

The original—the one Teresa handed to Ā Xīng all those years ago.

...

Is this a poster of the Shèhuǒ Parade?

Oh, right. It's almost time for the Dùshuò Festival. With everything going on these days, I almost forgot.

Wait. Is Ms. Qí Xīng going to ...?

Your guess is as good as mine.

Wow, look at all these people! We should've come earlier. I can hardly see a thing from here.

And whose fault is that? You're the one who took ages to get ready. Anyway, at least we haven't missed much. Looks like it just started.

I heard there's a new event this year. I wonder what it is.

Not an event. A film crew's shooting a scene during the parade. Apparently, they already talked to Mr. Zhōu and said they wouldn't cause any trouble.

Let's go check it out. Maybe we can get into one of the shots.

This is C2. All clear.

Copy. Group C, all clear. No sign of target. All units stay in position.

I wonder how the vigil girl and Elden are doing.

...

Do I really have to go outside like this?

No, you need to paint your face, too. I'm not gonna let you join the parade looking like a weirdo.

You're the one who said that the parade needed guards in case there was an attack. Have you changed your mind? I'd be more than happy to kick you outta here.

Sorry, but your profiling and BAU report seemed like a load of crap to me. If someone does attack the parade, I'm sure we can handle it ourselves.

Listen, I won't pretend to understand the meaning behind all this. But what I do understand is that this is one of the most important events of the year for the people of Chinatown.

The target could strike at any time, so we need to be prepared. No one wants to see a celebration turn into a nightmare.

Why didn't you say that to your men? They are the ones who've ignored the Chinatown all this time.

What a hypocrite.

Aiyah, Uncle Zhōu, today's our big day. That sour face of yours is gonna scare these guys straight off.

Leave the past in the past lah. They are doing this for the right reasons. What've we got to lose?

Besides, we could really use a hand right now. They can make up for our manpower shortage.

Now, give me a biiig smile lah, before your long face scares off our good fortune.

You. Always a sweet talker, aren't you, An-an?

Fine, but you've got to look the part if you're gonna be in the parade. I don't care what your mission is.

Wai, you, Blondie! Tighten your belt, or your pants will fall down when you dance. And big guy over there! The lining should be under your coat.

Thanks for all your help, Ms. Lee.

We never would've been able to join the parade unnoticed if you hadn't persuaded the residents to cooperate with us.

You're welcome lah, Ā sir.

Even though I only came here a few months ago, I've already gotten pretty close to the residents, so it was pretty easy to convince everyone. Don't worry about it lah.

Besides, the Shèhuǒ Parade is for everyone. Whether they are here to watch or dance, we are always happy to have more people join the celebration.

Uncle Zhōu might be a little stubborn, but, you know gah-lah, that's just what he's like. Don't take it personally.

These guys are arcane detectives and influential people around Chinatown. I told them to all keep an eye out too.

There's a saying in Hong Kong, "As stupid as the God of Longevity who hangs himself!" Hahah! That will be Nightpiercer if she comes anywhere near Chinatown.

I know everyone here will be grateful if Nightpiercer doesn't show up, but then we'll still have a dangerous criminal with an equally dangerous arcane item on the loose.

Nothing's more dangerous than an unexploded bomb. I want to eliminate the threat once and for all.

The question is, will she come? Was the little vigil right?

The Shèhuǒ Parade, sir.

Ms. Noire isn't like any of Qí Xīng's previous targets. She's much more important.

Ms. Qí Xīng still can't accept the way Ms. Noire ended Detective C07 III. That's her motive.

The ending consists of two major elements: the Shèhuǒ Parade and a villain who should've been punished.

She now sees Noire as that villain, and she's going to attack her at the coming Shèhuǒ Parade.

That will be our chance to arrest her.

The Shèhuǒ Parade? Do you have any idea what you're suggesting?

Don't worry, sir.

I'd be happy to cooperate as bait.

Ā Xīng will come. I promise.

As far as I can remember, she's never been late to anything.

Chief, why aren't you dressed up? I've been looking forward to it all day.

Wow! So many people! I'll make sure I capture some great memories of this.

I understand that the festival atmosphere is exciting, but you ladies need to remember that we're not here to celebrate. There's a tough fight ahead of us.

Poitier, you sure you're healed up?

Of course, Chief. You've approved my participation in this operation. It's too late to take it back now.

What about Ms. Latham?

You've been proven innocent, and I heard the Foundation told you to await orders. There's no reason for you to be here.

Yeah, but it'd be weird to stay in my room alone when everyone's out here, don't you think?

Anyway, I'm waiting for Scott to wake up from her coma. I wanna ask her why she stole from the Foundation and pinned it on me.

I need to know what she thinks about me and our friendship.

If I let you guys do all the work while I just wait in my room, I won't be able to question her without feeling insecure.

I know I might not be all that helpful, but I'll do everything I can.

Ms. Latham's being modest.

As a staff member of the Arcanum Containment Department, she knows how to deal with that film reel better than any of us.

She may forget things, but she still has a wealth of knowledge. Her experience might just make the difference between failure and success.

Alright, you've got a point. Ms. Latham, thanks for lending us your expertise.

Great! Just leave it to me. I can deal with the film.

I've rewatched all my related memories, so I remember every detail, even down to the scratches on its surface.

There you are.

Everyone was gone when I left the changing room. I thought something was ...

What's wrong?

Waaah! The costume fits you so well. Fancy wor. It doesn't even look like a costume. Much fancier than that.

You're like the best parade dancer I've ever seen. There's no way the Nightpiercer will spot you.

Look at her, Uncle Zhōu. So cool ah-hor?

Is that the Liáng's family ritual dress? Let me see. Hmm. Good, you're wearing it right. Nice to know that at least some kids remember their traditions. You better not dishonor your family wearing this, kid.

My thoughts exactly.

Everything's in place. You sure you can perform this time, vigil? I don't want a repeat of last time.

The alley out back's empty. Show us what you've got.

Yes, sir. I will prove myself to you.

Looks like I've got nothing to worry about. You're ready, kid.

Parade's starting soon. I'll go get dressed. The rest of you—

I need to talk to Ms. Liáng. Could you give us a moment?

Don't be late.

Why me, Ms. Noire?

You could've just told Elden about what happened between the three of you. You could've shown him the threatening letter.

Maybe then he wouldn't have made the order to shoot the target if necessary. Yes, Ms. Qí Xīng has committed multiple assaults, but she hasn't killed anyone.

I don't think she deserves to die. So, as I promised, I will do my best to catch her alive.

That being said, if, and I mean if ...

If drastic measures have to be taken, I will not hesitate.

Ā Xīng was a good actress.

...?

Yes, she was a skilled martial artist with remarkable control over her arcane skill, but that's not what makes a successful actress.

Before we'd even start shooting, she'd have everything memorized—her lines, her movements, even the details of her expression. She'd take as many shots as were necessary to get the scene right.

As you know, I was a perfectionist, always taking it too far. Many of my crew quit halfway through my projects.

Even Teresa struggled sometimes. She told me more than once that she couldn't do it anymore.

Only Ā Xīng could keep up with my pace. In fact, she'd often be a few steps ahead.

Because she shared my vision—that drive for something better, no matter the cost.

She was a good actress indeed.

I know that we'll probably never be partners again, but I still don't want her to be treated like this.

You said you were going to figure out the truth. Well, it seems you and I agree that things aren't as simple as they appear.

The Arcanum Containment Department's security system should be almost unbreakable. So how is it that Ms. Scott, a regular staff member with no special skills, managed to break through it?

And why was she selected to go after Ms. Latham? What was she about to say before that needle pierced her neck?

Ā Xīng's actions don't make sense either. After all these years, why has she decided to take revenge now? Is it because she found the film?

There are simply far too many coincidences. If one of my writers wrote a script like this, they'd be fired on the spot.

You mean there's something else going on behind all this.

The scene has been staged. I can feel it.

The lights, the cameras, the cast, they're all in position, and when the clapperboard claps, the movie will begin.

And this time, I'm not sitting behind the camera, but in front of it.

Ms. Liáng, I've been holding back. I apologize for that.

I hadn't figured out which role you'd play in this movie.

If you're saying this to try to get me to talk about the "behind the scenes" of my life, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed.

No, of course not. You got me wrong.

I'm a director. I don't act in movies made by others.

Ā Xīng, Ms. Latham, Ms. Scott—the camera's focused on them, too. But none of us know where the story will go.

You mean, Ms. Qí Xīng's being manipulated?

I've considered that possibility, but who's the one behind the camera? What do they want?

All I know is that if Ā Xīng continues down this path, there will be no happy ending for her.

I understand that she's trying to reach something she's always strived for, but whoever's orchestrating this won't let her get it.

I've done that to her before, and it was a huge mistake. I won't let that happen again.

What are you going to do?

Since coming to Hollywood, there's one thing I've found difficult to accept.

The producers always stick to the script. They're obsessed with it. Changes are incredibly rare.

But that's not how we do it in Hong Kong. The script's finished? And so what? Things will always come up during shooting. You have to be flexible if you want to make truly great art.

If a moment of inspiration were to strike me and I weren't allowed to add it to the movie, then you may as well just kill me there.

You want to change the script.

Precisely. But we have a small issue.

As you can see, I'm not exactly ready to jump to my feet and into the action. I'm better at working behind the camera than I am in front of it.

So, I need a protagonist.

One who's as eager as I am to change the script and find that perfect ending. Are you interested?

It would be an honor.

Attention! Attention, please! Noire will be shooting her movie during the Shèhuǒ Parade as planned.

Let's go over the plan one more time. Group A will hide among the cast; group B, cameramen, and group C—you're in the crowd. Once Qí Xīng appears, close in and arrest her as soon as possible.

Got it. We're all set, too.

Good. Everyone, take your positions.

Alright, Noire. The time has come.

This will be our final scene.

Huh? What's going on? That light's so bright.

Woah. I'm feeling kinda dizzy.

Mommy, I-I'm scared.

That arcane fluctuation—it's from Reunion of the Three Swallows.

But, how did she ...?

What's happening?

I-Is this part of the parade? How'd they do that?

#$%&*(@!

Whoa, wait, what's this?

Stand back!

Officer, head down!

#$%&*(@!!!

Ha! Easy.

Phew. Thank you. They teach you that in Hong Kong?

That thing's nothing like the critters you're used to dealing with. What were you thinking rushing in like that?

Hmph! You're totally out of your league.

It was about to attack. What else was I supposed to do?

*tut*

They look like ghosts, but there's something different about them.

So, little ghost hunter, can that machine of yours tell us what they are?

One second, Uncle Zhōu. Lily's working on it.

What?! You mean, that was a living man's soul?

Just got confirmation that this thing's covering the whole of Chinatown. Comms are down, and we can't seem to leave either.

Arcane humanoids spotted in all directions. Don't seem to be critters or the Beyond. Must be some kind of arcane creation.

They're everywhere and immune to regular bullets. Arcane skills and specialized bullets break them apart for a while, but then their bodies just morph back together.

No casualties so far, but people are panicking. What do we do, Chief?

#$%&*(@!

Sorry, not my type.

Everyone, keep calm. Groups A and C, protecting the public is your top priority. These things seem to follow anything that moves. Lure them away.

Ms. Lee, Mr. Zhōu. Gather as many civilians as you can and guide them to a safe place.

No problem. They know us. I'm sure we'll be able to calm them down.

I'll tell them they're special effects. They all know that a movie was being shot here. That should help. At least long enough to get them to safety.

That means you guys are gonna have to figure this out yourselves. Show me what you've got, Arcane Affairs.

We won't let you down.

Group B, hold your positions. Target's probably trying to distract us with these monsters. What's your status? Report immediately.

This is Poitier. Same thing's happening at the rear of the parade. Noire's fine though.

Keep it that way. The rest of you, keep your eyes peeled. The target could appear at any time.

Camera-head, any idea what's going on?

I think Chinatown's been sealed inside an arcane barrier created by the film.

There's nothing in the records about this, but these arcane fluctuations are definitely from the film.

What about those ghost things? I don't remember the file saying it could spawn spirits out of thin air.

Well, I don't know. Reunion of the Three Swallows can play and record, that's for sure.

But even if its power has been enhanced somehow, it probably wouldn't develop a completely unrelated ability.

You're right, because it's not unrelated.

Remember the film's victims? Part of them was taken away by its record ability.

What they lost was part of their spiritual energy and memories—their Saam Wan Chat Paak, or "three souls and seven spirits."

These monsters are actually the Saam Wan Chat Paak of the victims.

They're the victims' spiritual energy? But how did the film do that?

Hmm. I'm not sure, but Lily's never wrong. So let's not try to eliminate these things.

Or the victims will never get their Saam Wan Chat Paak back.

Essentially, she's holding everyone in Chinatown hostage.

We certainly weren't expecting that.

I didn't want it to come to this.

This was between me and Noire. But you just couldn't leave it alone, could you? So here we are.

Sounds like you already know what this film reel is capable of. Good. Saves me the trouble of explaining it.

Now, bring me Noire.

Target spotted. I repeat, target spotted.

What's going on? Who are they?

Impressive, Nightpiercer. This is a whole new level, even for you.

Tell me, what did you pull to take control of that film reel?

I didn't pull anything, officer.

It chose to fulfill my wish. That's all.

Urgh ...

Chief! Something bad's happening.

Wait, maybe it's good.

Those things! Th-They've stopped moving. They're not attacking anymore.

You kidding?

I never wanted to get innocent people involved. As I said before, this is between me and Noire. Now, may I see my dear old friend?

Heh, if you're worried about her safety, the little vigil can tag along.

It's too dangerous.

We've already put Noire at considerable risk, but pushing her right into the hands of a criminal? I don't think so.

We can't put a civilian in danger like that. Besides, why would Qí Xīng let you go with her? You're walking right into a trap.

Trap or not, I'm afraid we don't have much choice.

Poitier? What are you doing? I told you to hold position.

Please don't blame Officer Poitier, sir. I forced her to bring me here.

What? What the hell are you thinking?

It's time I put an end to all of this.

No need to worry, officer. Our reliable vigil will keep me safe, isn't that right?

Yes, of course. I will ensure Ms. Noire's safety, Chief. Leave it to me.

Keep the target in check, Liáng.

James and the others are working on how to break this barrier we're in. Camera-head and that ghost hunter are helping them.

Stay calm. We want to resolve this peacefully, if possible. Haven't forgotten what you learned in negotiation class, have you?

Of course not, sir. I got straight A's.

Guard up, rookie, and straighten your back.

I get why you wanna wear this outfit, but you can get things done with or without it. Isn't that right, partner?

Right, ma'am. I won't fail.

Let's go, director. Time for the final scene.

Look around you, Noire. Look at what we've done.

This is what her film, the very last work of our dearest friend, looks like now—tainted, twisted, and wicked.

All this is proof of our guilt—the blood on our hands.

So, what are you going to do about it?

Teresa's never coming back.

She's dead.

And you, playing hero, punishing those you deem evil. Does that make you feel better? You kill me, and then, what, kill yourself?

That's how you'll atone for your failures? Forgive my bluntness, but how laughably naive you are.

Atone for my failures? Heh, you're way off.

You're right about one thing, though. She is gone. The person who cared for me more than anyone in the world ... dead.

When she gave me a shoulder to lean on, I pushed her away. I left her to die alone and in pain. How could I ever atone for that?

How could I ever expect her to forgive me? How selfish of me to even ask for that.

Then why can't you let it go?

C07 is the hero who brings a happy ending, no matter what she's faced with. What you're doing now is anything but that.

"The hero who brings a happy ending, no matter what she's faced with." That's what I said in the behind-the-scenes interview of C07 II. I'm surprised you even remember that.

But there'll be no happy ending for me.

You probably heard that, after she died, I starred in a few movies with other directors.

But they all went south, not because they weren't commercially successful or popular, but because I couldn't shake that feeling of disgust. I'd never felt that playing C07.

The cameras, the boom mics, the spotlights—the sight of them made me want to throw up, scream, do anything to run away from it all.

Eventually, I retired from acting. But that sense of disgust never left me. It haunted me wherever I went, whatever I did.

I kept asking myself, "Why is this happening to me?" "Why can't I just act?" "Why?!"

Day and night, I wrestled with these questions. Until, one day, I found the answer.

It all began with a dire mistake, one that needs to be corrected.

Ms. Noire, get back!

Ammo's running low, sir.

They must be gaining power from this barrier we're in.

I hate you, Noire.

You were born with a silver spoon and exceptional talent. You took everything for granted. You looked down on everyone else.

I've always hated you.

Ms. Noire, hold on!

That was close.

Ms. Qí Xīng, is this really what you want to do? Are you really going to kill Ms. Noire?

You have to stop. This is completely meaningless.

Hah. Meaningless? No, this is exactly what needs to happen. Every story must have an ending, after all.

The past has held me prisoner for far too long.

I need an ending, a conclusion, so I can finally leave it behind me. Only then ...

... can I reach my perfect grand finale.

Qiángliáng?

Impossible! You didn't chant the incantation.

This time, I won't hesitate.

You were my inspiration, Ms. Qí Xīng. Like the countless kids who were once lost, I found myself in C07.

And that's exactly why I have to stop you.

<speed=0.05>Arise Qiángliáng, swift and fierce! Banish all evil and cleanse this place!

...!

Mommy, look, it's Qiángliáng!

It's just like the painting on my lantern.

You're right. It's the legendary Xiǎndào Beast. Look, it has the tail of a snake and the head of a tiger, just like the illustrations.

Has the legendary Qiángliáng come to save us? Does that mean that girl is its Zhènzǐ?

What are you two yapping about? Xiǎndào Beast? Zhènzǐ? Those are just fairytales. Didn't Mr. Zhōu say this was all part of a film shoot?

Th-That's right. I told you this was all for a movie. Why don't you guys believe me?

Come on, you're always full of hot air. That said, there's no way this is real. It must just be some fancy special effects. So I'll believe you this once.

Wait, so all those things were fake? I almost freaked out when those ghosts came out. Their costumes and makeup were so real-looking.

Man, am I glad I came to Chinatown. This parade's been insane. I gotta take more photos.

Whoa! That's Qiángliáng, huh? Looks totally awesome.

I heard that a descendant of the Twelve Zhènzǐ joined the Vigiles Bureau, but this is the first time I've ever seen Qiángliáng in action.

Phew, looks like they've got that actor lady under control.

Now all we need to do is grab that cursed film reel and break the barrier, and the victims will be sane again. It'll be happily ever after for everyone—

What the ...? This again?!

Wh-What's going on? Didn't they finish the job?

Look!

Páifāng. Something's wrong with it.

I-Is that archway melting?

It kinda looks like a burning piece of film.

Wait, the barrier was created by that spooky film reel, right? Then, this means it's—

It's falling apart. We need to get outta here.

Get everyone away from the edges of the barrier. The further they are from those twisting buildings, the better.

Understood! But what the hell's going on? I thought you had the target locked down?

We do. But clearly, this isn't over yet. Ms. Latham, anything you can do?

Yes, sir! But I'll need a few of your men.

I can use the containment incantation they taught me at work, but I don't think it'll hold for long.

Just do your best. In the meantime, we'll eliminate the problem at the source.

Alright, Qí Xīng, whatever you're doing with the reel, stop it now, or I'll make you stop it.

I'm not doing anything.

It's the film reel. It's reached its limit.

The Reunion of the Three Swallows? What's happening to it?

Wait, there's something else here.

No doubt about it! Evil spirits! An insane number of them!

So you think so, too? We had a similar encounter at the City Hall not long ago.

Mr. Wong must've lost some of his spiritual energy to the film reel, leaving his body open to wandering evil spirits.

Since then, I've suspected that—

Of course! Aiyah, I should've realized earlier.

Obviously, evil spirits would be attracted to the film reel. It's like leaving a pot of honey in front of a wasp's nest.

A living soul is a wandering spirit's favorite meal, so with the number of souls gathered in the film reel, it's like a total feast.

All that evil spiritual energy must have the film reel bursting at the seams.

Ms. Qí Xīng, your hand!

*cough* I must admit ...

The film reel isn't the only thing at its limit. I can't hold on much longer.

What does that mean?

Could it be that the film reel has been out of control since the beginning?

That depends on how you define the beginning.

Since the moment Ms. Latham played the cursed film, people have started to suffer from mental disorders. But if you think about it, the sequence of events doesn't make sense.

There were only five victims of the "film incident" in Hong Kong eight years ago. But this time, the number of victims was growing rapidly. That was until you got involved, Ms. Qí Xīng.

Ever since you took possession of the film reel, only a small number of specific people have been targeted. We thought you were exploiting the reel's power to carry out your vigilantism, but in truth ...

You were trying to control the reel by limiting its victims to those you deemed as villains.

Is that true?

You flatter me, little vigil. I simply didn't want her legacy to become a tool of evil. That was never her intention.

So that's why you did all this? You wanted us all at the parade because you were losing control of the reel?

But isn't your goal to kill Ms. Noire? Was that also a setup?

If the film reel wasn't part of your plan, then what was?

...!

Ms. Qí Xīng still can't accept the way Ms. Noire ended Detective C07 III. That's her motive.

The ending consists of two major elements: the Shèhuǒ Parade and a villain who should've been punished.

She now sees Noire as that villain.

Noire isn't the villain, is she?

In your perfect grand finale, the villain you intend to kill at the parade is none other than yourself.

It's a good ending for everyone. The big bad finally gets her comeuppance.

And who better fits the role than me?