"Miss Diadra, are you in?" I asked, keeping my voice low.
There was no reply.
No, from the start, there was no sense of a person being inside. Unlike the door earlier, this one was locked, so no matter how I pushed or pulled, it stayed shut.
I suddenly had a very bad feeling.
"Trimm, break it down!"
"Yes, Master."
Slipping out of the suitcase in my hand, the pool of mercury took on the form of a maid. Her right hand then turned into a battle hammer, allowing her to smash the door apart with little effort.
Careful not to step on the broken fragments of door, I hurried into the room.
Case Files II, Chapter 2, Part 5