May Jones (Dracco). Auto-translated

May agreed to inspect the repository.

Pushing the rug aside, she made sure the door was still there. But it was locked.
--Do you have a key, miss?
May didn't have a key, but she knew Vlad had a habit of hiding keys in all sorts of broken mechanisms.

- No. But I think I know where to find it. May began to examine all the broken mechanisms that caught her eye.

Among these items, half once belonged to May. The key was found inside a wind-up cat: May once made one for a friend, and Vlad stole it under the pretext that he wanted to compare it to a real cat, claiming it was an important scientific experiment.
The key turned out to be the one they needed, and the door opened, revealing a staircase leading down to the officer and the artist. At the bottom was another storage room filled with junk, just like everywhere else. Except that this new junk seemed to be in working condition, and there were also many genuinely expensive items, such as diamond blades, and weapons: the same anti-personnel mines that the dwarf used against the Kraken, for example.
--Señorita, is everything alright here? Is everything in place?

- Hmm, maybe this attack is somehow related to the fact that there is something here...
May looked around. She had never been here before. Her eyes darted around, overwhelmed by the sheer number of interesting things she wanted to examine, but May first checked, as before, for the presence of something very unusual or the absence of something very necessary.

Yes, there was no desk here, but for Vlad, this wasn't particularly unusual. There was a lot of weaponry, and it was clear that Vlad wouldn't be able to use at least half of it. Those muskets lying in the corner, for example: to use them, you need to be cross-eyed or something. In another corner lay a piece of a Kraken's false tentacle: apparently, Vlad managed to cut it off then, despite the constantly critical situation.

- I have no idea why he needs so many weapons, - May admitted honestly.

– So, you’re suggesting that it didn’t end up here because of your friend? Alright, let’s go to the station and record your statement.

May shook her head; she hadn't expected anything like this. But she agreed to go to the department.

The gendarme left the house and led May through the courtyards towards the police station.

May trailed behind him.

At some point, May realized that the gendarme had deviated slightly from the course, and they ended up in a dead end, in some remote inner courtyard. The gendarme took out a baton with a stun gun. The creature's gaze fell on the ropes, which were located a little further away...
--I advise you to put down your weapon.

- Or what? - May tried to discreetly take a more advantageous position for a tactical retreat.

“It just delivers a nasty electric shock, which won’t be very pleasant,” the police officer said calmly. Or whoever he really is.

- I probably should have figured it out, - May muttered to herself. Having taken what she thought was a favorable position for escape, she suddenly darted off in the direction of Vlad's house. There was a reason they were raiding his house. And she, the idiot, was helping.