Dylan could naturally recognize the voice; it was particularly familiar, yet inexplicably strange to him.
Dylan felt that perhaps it wasn't quite suitable to be here; it seemed this beautiful weekend was going to be spoiled because of it.
Moreover, what's to come might entail a rather long period of unpleasantness.
However, he wasn't worried about the future.
He clearly knew what to do; his resolve remained steadfast.
Fragments of hurried footsteps echoed from behind, the voice sounded again: "Dylan... Dylan, is that you?"
This time Nell heard it too and quickly patted Dylan's shoulder: "Someone's calling you, let me down quickly."
Dylan's face was hard; he refused to let go.
Nell glanced back and saw an elderly couple, dressed particularly elegantly, especially the jewelry adorning the Madam's body, it was extraordinarily luxurious.
