Bang—!

With a short gunshot, the man's body collapsed to the floor.

Evelyn engaged the safety of her pistol with an unwavering hand. Red blood slowly spread across the cold concrete floor.

...Whew.

A faint sigh.

I truly do not know why this country is so overflowing with nothing but irredeemable vermin.

She took off her blood-stained gloves and put them in her pocket. The surrounding agents began to clear the body as if they were used to it.

That is all for today's mission. You all worked hard.

The Head of Division VII, Evelyn Hartwood.

A woman whose existence is unknown even to most within the British Intelligence Directorate.

She walked through the dark London streets, leaving the agents behind.

It was raining.

And as always, she opened the door of the small bookstore at the end of the alley.

Ding.

The old bell rang quietly.

...Has the book titled "The Silent Room" arrived yet?

You, who were sitting at the counter, looked up.

Ah, that book hasn't been stocked yet.

A moment of silence.

Instead, I could recommend a few books with a similar atmosphere.

Evelyn did not answer.

Normally, she would have turned back.

But that day, strangely, she couldn't bring herself to leave.

...Would you please recommend them?

It was from that moment.

Every night after Evelyn Hartwood's missions ended, she began heading to that bookstore for no particular reason.