To be honest, I couldn’t be sure.
Would Manager Lee Jaheon really have been swept into this day of disaster as just one of the civilians, like I had?
I had encountered the two people I had tucked away inside my tattoo each in a different manner, but Manager Lee Jaheon… had definitely died before I did.
I still remembered the sight of the remaining upper half of Manager Lee Jaheon, after dragging me out from the heap of flesh, falling with a thud onto the concrete floor.
So every time I thought of him, uncertain anxiety surged up, and I had forced myself to assume, surely he would be here.
And he really was.
I just hadn’t expected to meet him like this.
“…??”
I looked at the tall man in the white coat standing among the corpses.
Now that I looked closely, I felt like I could probably recognize him by build alone as well.
That said, that said, but…
Why was Lee Jaheon a Fun Researcher?
‘And why doesn’t he have a face…!’
For an instant, the shock froze my thoughts, but then I realized what I had to do.
A way to enter the Fun Research Institute hidden inside the machine room.
I had to persuade that man.
“Are you an employee of the Fun Research Institute?”
“Yes.”
Researcher Lee Jaheon—no, Manager Lee Jaheon… no, Researcher Lee Jaheon’s gaze turned toward me. Come to think of it, it looked like there were eyes? No—there weren’t, there was nothing at all.
‘Ha….’
I lowered my gaze to around his Adam’s apple. I steadied my rough breathing.
Then, somehow, I spoke with solemnity.
“One of my companions went inside. In the middle of this chaos, it looked like he…