< ...Ah, of course I cannot find my keys, then, > Suyan said, looking around. < What am I doing, looking for them all the way over here--? >

As she said that, the facade of the glassworks seemed to suddenly be there, in stark detail: the uneven long windows, the moss in the corners, the glass sign shaped like a gently curled fist hanging above her head. Even the edge of the makeshift tent and cord that blocked off the crime scene came into a sharp focus.

The glassworks wasn't a particularly tall building but it seemed to loom over her anyway, fading upward into a black silhouette against an empty sky. Something about it made her shake.

< Suyan, > Hawk said gently. She turned to look at him with huge eyes. < Why you run from the door? >