Alfriech had long taken over his host's body, which was good for it because a new threat had arisen, one that allowed it to move around as freely as it wanted with its host. Untended constucts were now running loose, their masters having been killed. The IMDA was stretched thin, and they were losing the illusion they didn't exist, you could only discredit so many internet videos before the masses get wise. There was a tailor construct that Alreich had been tracking. He was getting closer, but that was only because the victims were increasing in density since the sun had begun to rise. It was in Hamburg, and the city was starting to move. Alfreich found another, a middle aged man, keys in the door of the car next to him. His eyes and mouth were stitched shut, Alfreich waved his hand and the stitches came undone, "You drank a little more than usual last night." Alfreich said in the male voice of his host, his magic laced in with his words so the man would believe him and change his memory accordingly. The man looked questioning at his silver helmet and light blue-purple robes, "You thought I was a statue talking to you, and screamed at a sheet. Just try to get to work and hope you don't get a hangover." The man nodded and hopped into his car, driving off. There was a scream and Alfreich could feel the magical energy of the tailor. There was no mistaking it. He ran after the unleashed construct and came out of the alley he was in with the man. The tailor was going after an elderly woman. Alfreich grunted and started using illusion magics, causing the woman to think she was being attacked by a mugger and he was the officer. He stabbed into the tailor with his spear, causing the enchantment to begin to unravel and flow into the spear. He tapped his helmet and the magic went into it. There was a boy, a witness who wasn't affected by his illusion that the tailor was a mugger and he was a cop. The illusion played out with the officer dragging the mugger off to jail. Alfreich walked up to the boy, "Who... Are you?" He asked.