Two girls about the age of twenty and the other twenty-one walked across the halls of the ministry accompanied by two policemen. Left and right they walked across the marble tiles and past the portraits and alas arriving at the court hall. The silence was suddenly broken by the crowd as the two girls entered the whole auditorium echoed in the screams of the crowd. “Victoria and Eliza Walcher!” the Judges looked at them from up above her seat. Victoria had brown eyes with curly hair whilst her sister Eliza had brown eyes but flat long hair. “Daughters of the most notorious criminal and now on the run Arnold Walcher,” she turned her gaze on them again. “Right then,” she looked at the others in the room. “Before we move on… Would you happen to know of your father`s whereabouts?” she asked
