The strong winds continued to batter the glass windows of the Prohibition Bureau's conference room on the third floor.
Marvin was silently gazing at the sea.
The phonograph was just behind him, and after so many days had passed, he hadn't asked anyone to take it away.
Because sometimes, he would miss the days when Albertine was around.
Although Albertine was a fool, too clever for his own good, with him around, the Prohibition Bureau still had a future and hope could still be seen.
Unlike now, where everything was dead and desolate.
In the entirety of Winster City, hardly anyone remembered the existence of the Prohibition Bureau anymore.
Yet, the building of the Prohibition Bureau was still there.
All was because of that court case, where the Prohibition Bureau lost miserably.
They lost not just a case, but also their public credibility.
Now hardly anyone fears the Prohibition Bureau.
