Mo Haein looked up at the person inside the glass cylinder.
It was an unfamiliar experience.
She had always been the one asleep.
Whenever she opened her eyes, Ham Jiwol was recording data, and occasionally Kwak Hanmuk was there as well.
Enter a Trial, survive, enter again, survive again.
Whenever a moment came when she felt unable to endure any longer, she slept, then woke.
And then it repeated. Her life was monotonous, if one wished to call it that.
She had lived by clinging to the hope that if she continued entering Trials, she might one day discover a way to close them.
Although she knew perfectly well how futile it was, she refused to let go.
Letting go would change nothing, so she believed it better to keep holding on.
Then the meteorite named Han Goyo fell into that life.
After looking up at the glass cylinder for a long time, Mo Haein lowered her head.
She drew a shallow breath, released it, and turned around.
Je Hyuno, Kwak Hanmuk, and even Samra.
All of them remained in the laboratory housing the glass cylinder.
The Pasung directors had agreed to wait near the Trial Response Agency until the seventy-two hours passed.
They refused to leave willingly, and were finally driven out only after signing a contract intended for Compatibles.
Ham Jiwol was roaming the research division like a zombie, her eyes flashing. Samra had sealed the door to prevent her from barging into this room.
Until…