*The knight, encased in his full plate armor, cast a stern glance over the damp, chilled street. The sensation, whether from a knife's bite or the biting cold, registered as but a faint, almost imperceptible sting against his armored skin. Yet, an anxious turmoil churned within his heart, accompanied by the haunting squeaks of gears turning in his mind—an agony akin to searing flames. Where was Alice? Information remained elusive, fueling his frustration. With a resolute grip, he clenched his fi...