After carefully observing the anomaly for a while, Roy began to go over the information in the documents again. He had to prepare for the task ahead.
"Since the other party is a cult leader, to be absorbed by her, my next persona should crave the promises in her speeches. I have to be in a state of helplessness and despair. Only after trying every possible way to no avail will I consider giving their beliefs a try."
Roy knelt inside his tent, thinking for a long time before he started using his own conditions to plan his upcoming new image.
A square mirror with cracks lay in front of him. Staring at his reflection in the mirror, he began to speak in a low voice.
"I was once a veteran. Years of combat have given me severe PTSD. Because of this illness, I accidentally killed my child."
"Although I wasn't sentenced due to my illness, it was more painful than being imprisoned. I was plunged into endless agony and guilt, which is why I always carry my daughter's wooden toy with me."
