Shortly after everything is over, the bell on the front door rings. Turning around, I see a man in a beige trenchcoat and matching fedora walk through the doors. After a quick survey of the scene, he turns towards the policemen.

  "Oh? It appears I'm a bit te to the party. Good job, men!" He tips his hat as he talks, showing off his unkept bck hair.

  "Detective Johnson, sir!" The policemen salute.

  He puts his hands into his pockets and starts casually walking around the shop, as if browsing. While he scans the shelves, one of the policemen starts giving a brief report on what happened.

  "About twenty minutes ago, the emergency button in the shop was pressed. When we arrived, there were six members of the Red Hawk gang in the middle of committing armed robbery."

  There were, in fact, six Red Hawk members. One of the Red Hawk members was left on guard around the back of the shop, and the three policemen managed to get the jump on him before coming through the shop side door.

  "That sounds like everything, then. Take the six of them away."

  "Hey! If you're going to arrest us, aren't you going to arrest him, too?" One of the members of the Red Hawk members, now handcuffed, points his finger at me. "You have a paper bag on your face! You have a gun in your hand! We all saw you trying to extort that old dy there!"

  "My, my! I don't remember that! This kind man in the paper bag just helped me get my shopping." Mrs Grace says, her lips making an O-shape in confusion. "Officer, is something wrong?"

  Detective Johnshon shakes his head. "Nothing wrong, ma'am. But I will need you all to remain here while we ask some routine questions. It'll only take a few minutes."

  "Keh! Even if he hasn't stolen anything- what about his gun? He fired a chemical weapon!" The Red Hawk member retorts.

  "Hmm. I wonder about that." Detective Johnson kneels on the floor and examines the yellow ooze, which had long since stopped bubbling. After a brief moment of silent examination, he dips two of his fingers in and brings the goo up to his mouth.

  "Honey and lemon fvored icing. Quite good." He says, and stands up. "But I don't think citric acid is quite dangerous enough to count as a chemical weapon."

  "Huh? It was fake all along?" The Red Hawks say.

  "Huh? It was fake all along?" I say in unison.

  "What? You didn't know it was fake?" One of them replies. I look away and pretend not to hear.

  "I think it's quite clear what happened." The detective turns to me and continues talking to the Red Hawks.

  "Mr Stewart here must be a student from SIT who recieved his gun licence yesterday. Today, a man named professor Vorsichtiger had him and some other students create pellet guns, and he probably gave them some packets of pellets afterwards. That honey and lemon pellet is one of them."

  My jaw drops as the detective perfectly guesses what happened.

  "How do you know all that?" I ask.

  He ughs, and starts expining.

  "It's really quite simple. First, you're wearing the SIT heroics trainee's uniform. Therefore you are a student there. Second, gun licenses are overseen by the police force. Every time SIT issues a test for gun licenses, the police know about it, including me."

  "Third- I've been in the police force long enough to know that Vorsichtiger always gifts his students pellet guns after they recieve their gun license. You aren't the first SIT student to fire off honey and lemon fvored pellets, you'll be gd to know."

  "And I think that just about expins everything. Case closed." Johnson finishes his deductions.

  "What about my name? How did you know my name?" I ask.

  "Oh, that? Well, It's written on your uniform, isn't it! I suggest if you want to act incognito, don't wear the SIT uniform. It sort of gives your identity away." He ughs.

  The policemen start interviewing everyone involved, asking everyone some routine questions. While waiting for my turn to be questioned, I finish shopping for the items Kyte asked me to, then apologise to the cashier for making a mess on the floor.

  Once everyone's statements have been recorded, we're all free to go. I accompany Mrs Grace back to her house, carrying her shopping for her. Then I head home myself.

  A few hours ter, I'm back on Trigon beach, along with Kyte. Why? Today's the day of the harvest festival, after all!

  The sun sets over Trigon city, the bright orange sky futing itself from beyond the silhouette-like appearance of the city. On the other side of the beach, a clear night sky was rising from the sea, accompanied by a strong, chilling wind.

  The promenade had been filled with stalls of different kinds, extending onto the road behind which had been closed off for the festival. Children were busy doodling, running, and pying around different stall games that had been set up along the beach, extending down into the sand below.

  As well as stall games, there were also tents that dispyed the entries on various harvest-themed competitions. I see some of the older generation nearby admiring a gallery of paintings about autumn trees. Mhm. The harvest festival has something for everyone to enjoy.

  Kyte and I walk along the stalls until we reach an open area with a massive bonfire. A fence had been constructed around the bonfire for safety.

  There, we meet up with Brutus and Misa, who had gotten here before us.

  "Kyte! Arg! You made it on time!" Misa waves.

  Kyte nods. "We had to run a bit, but we made it." We had already messaged them to expin that we might have been be a bit te.

  The four of us lean against the fence, admiring the bonfire.

  "Have you done anything here yet?" I ask the two of them.

  "Nope. I just got here. I saw some super impressive pigs, though. I thought they were pink cows when I first saw them." Brutus says.

  "You saw those pigs too?" Misa asks Brutus. Then she turns to us, "Oh, you two have got to see them. they're huge!"

  "Imagine how much bacon they would produce when butchered! Ah, I'm hungry just thinking about it. Have any of you eaten yet?" Brutus asks.

  "We pnned to eat once we caught up with the two of you." Kyte says.

  The question on what to do next is decided swiftly and unanimously.

  Nearby us is a stall with a bear-sized soup cauldron, along with a bear-like man who stands behind the counter. At the side of the stall is a small noticeboard with a picture of a pumpkin, along with a picture of a bowl of soup.

  After showing the man our ID's, he stretches out one of his hands to the side and brings a bowl into existence from subspace- something you could only do through the system's power. With a smile, he fills the bowl to the brim with hot pumpkin soup and hands each of us a small baguette. We thank the man and leave.

  The man must be a farmer. I muse to myself. Farmers and other production-oriented people often have powers reting to the production, transportation, and storage of goods.

  "Where should we go now?" Misa asks, dipping her baguette into the bowl and licking some of the soup off.

  "The main attraction this year is that woodcarving, isn't it? After all, there should be so many entries this year. Why not we go and have a look now, before it gets busier ter?" Kyte suggests.

  "Ah! Hot, hot, hot! Careful with the soup!" Brutus yells, just after burning his tongue on the pumpkin soup.

  Misa rolls her eyes as brutus starts taking deep breaths to cool his mouth down.

  Ignoring Brutus, we decide to follow Kyte's suggestion and visit the woodcarving competition.

  The results of the woodcarving competition have been set up in a total of three, dull-white marquees. We walk around the three marquees, meeting several of our friends from SIT who had participated in the competition and ughing with them at some of the more ridiculous entries they had created.

  Most of the work dispyed was somewhat amateureish, probably due to the influx of people entering for the sake of the system. These works were put into the two side marquees. Despite the woodwook of these being somewhat crude, there were also some really funny subject matters being dispyed. We find the more serious and winning entries of the competition in the middle marquee.

  As we leave through the back of the final marquee, we hear a familiar voice making a rucus outside.

  "What do you mean Cypress-bot doesn't count as a woodcarving! It's made of over eighty-percent wood!"

  "Sir, eighty-percent wood is not enough to constitute for a wood carving. The sculpted piece must be fully constructed from wood. To be more exact, it must be constructed from a single piece of wood."

  Nearby, Professor Vorsichtiger compins to a posh-looking man in a suit. Behind Vorsichtiger stands a very out-of-pce Cypress-bot, scanning the crowds.

  Shortly afterwards, Kyte, Brutus and I find a second soup stall. Not full after just eating pumpkin soup, we queue up. I get my soup first, and return to Misa.

  "Are you sure you don't want some, Misa?" I ask, in my hand a bowl of gravy-coloured soup.

  "I'm good for now, thanks. I don't eat as much as you three." Misa replies.

  I take a spoonful of the meat and vegetable soup the stall was giving out.

  Meat and vegetable soup wasn't a very informative name. The soup contains- a surprise to nobody I'm sure- chunks of meat along with some vegetables. Don't ask what types of meat or what vegetables it contains; I don't actually know. It tastes good, though.

  After getting second helpings of food, we walk around to see some of the other competitions that are being held. Most of the competitions were along the lines of growing the rgest crops, or growing the rgest livestock.

  We see pigs the size of cows and also cows the size of bears. We see Giant pumpkins, cucumbers, tomatoes, melons, onions, broccoli, leeks, apple, pears, strawberries and cabbages.

  While touring the different livestock competitions, we stop by a barbeque stall to eat some skewers.

  From the stall, we picked up a few Meat and vegetable skewers each. On the skewers were chunks of meat alternated with some chunks of vegetables. What vegetables? I don't know. What types of meat? I'm not sure. Food is for eating, not for analysing.

  "You guys! Do you just pn on eating everything you see?" Misa asks, with a hint of unbelief.

  "Obviously! What else would we do?" I stuff another skewer into my mouth after answering. "After all, the food is free. Free!"

  "Mmph. As long as you can prove you're a resident of trigon city, you can... gulp... take a bit of food from each stall absolutely free of charge!" Brutus chimes in.

  "Eww, Brutus! Please finish eating your skewer before you speak." Misa sighs.

  Yes! This was the true heart of the harvest festival! To reduce food waste and help the local farmers, Trigon council buys up a rge amount of produce and offers it at the harvest festival for free!

  Hmm? Waste of tax money? What do you mean? This is the most useful thing you could spend tax money on!

  "Speaking of food, one of my friends is helping out at a food stall here." Misa says, casually.

  "Food? What type of food?" Brutus asks.

  "Let's go visit your friend!" I suggest.

  Misa just sighs.

  We arrive at a red stall. Inside, a prim and proper young dy sits idly at the stall, wearing a modest dress and a headband that appears quite out of pce with the rest of her demeanour. She looks up and calls out to us as we approach.

  "Misa! Good evening."

  "Stephanie! How's business!"

  "Business is well. Hey, are any of you hungry? Here, you can take up to one of each!"

  Tiny triangur sandwiches, about the size of my palm, stood neatly in rows along the counter, seperated by filling. The left side of the counter only had the sandwiches with egg, cheese, or ham fillings. The right side of the counter had a variety of stranger filled sandwiches.

  "They're called tea sandwiches." Stephanie says. "Aren't they cute?"

  "But is it okay to take so many?" Kyte asks, examining some of the stranger fvors.

  "It's okay. See this curtain, here?"

  She pulls aside the red curtain behind her, only to reveal shelves stacked upon shelves containing trays. She pulls out one of the trays. On it lie thousands of tea sandwiches, packed neatly together in rows of seven.

  "We have plenty." She gives a thumbs-up and winks.

  Right then, a man with short red hair and a long blue scarf walks up to the stall, towing behind him a thin, long crate with wheels.

  "Steph, more sandwiches here." he says.

  As the man starts unloading the tea sandwiches onto the stall shelves, Stephanie introduces him.

  "Ah, this here's my brother. Brother, this here is Misa." Stephanie says.

  "Friends of my sister? How do you like the sandwiches? They're called tramezzini." Her brother replies.

  "You're too te, brother! I've already told them that the proper name for them is 'tea sandwiches'."

  "Hmph. They're clearly called 'tramezzini'. Any fool can see that 'tea sandwiches' is just a made up name. What do they even have to do with tea, anyway?"

  "I've told you before! It's to do with- ugh, nevermind. They're called 'tea sandwiches', and that's final."

  "Tramezzini."

  "Tea sandwiches."

  "Tramezzini!"

  "Tea Sandwiches!"

  "'Tramezzini' obviously sounds cooler!"

  "But 'tea sandwich' is far more elegant!"

  While Stephanie and her brother argue over the name of the sandwiches, we sample several of the different types of sandwiches.

  Mmm. I delicious. If I had to give my top three, I think the ham ones must be third, egg has to be second, and first pce has to go to those delectable meat and vegetable sandwiches.

  The meat and vegetable sandwich contained thin slices of meat alongside some vegetables. Truly an inspiring combination.

  During our time at the harvest festival, the sky had slowly darkened from sunset to night. While we were walking, the sky is suddenly illuminated by a barrage of fireworks. We stop walking for a bit to gaze at the different colour fireworks.

  "Look at that one over there!" Misa says, pointing out an exploding firework above a nearby stall.

  "Woah!" I say, looking at the green and gold bze that lingers in the sky. Another firework exactly like it soon bursts over the night sky.

  "That looks amazing!" Brutus says.

  "It has such pretty colours!" Misa squeals.

  "It has such good smells!" Brutus excims.

  "... Smells?" Asks Misa.

  "Yea. And so many different fvors are being dispyed. There's no queue either." Brutus replies, licking his lips while staring at the pastie stall directly below the firework Misa singled out. "Good find, Misa."

  Pasties of different fvors were lined up, separated into sweet and savory. All of them look so delicious!

  They have Steak pasties, pork pasties, mushroom pasties, pumpkin pasties, apple and cinnamon pasties, strawberry jam pasties, banana and cream pasties, and even more varieties of pasties!

  I think I'll take a meat and vegetable pastie...