CHAPTER 4
Green tendrils of smoke oozed out from the smouldering remains of the Super Note, curling around their ankles. Then it gathered together, forming a dense shape directly above the Super Note itself. Arms, legs, torso, and finally a head; the image wavered as the group drew in their breaths sharply.
It was a woman, middle-aged and dressed in what looked like a prison uniform. She held her head down and her hands were handcuffed in front of her. For a few seconds, further details, such as her bobbed hairstyle and broken nose became clearer, but then the image fell apart to become nothing but smoke once more.
‘What …was that?’ Johnathan asked Winkit, who had been eyeing the apparition with deep suspicion in her almond-shaped eyes.
‘I’m not certain,’ she replied, swishing her tail
