Joke, who came out of the special education school, had traveled to many cities and seen a number of investigators as well as those Pseudo-Persons disguised among the crowd.
The various beings and the person before his eyes were all different.
Faced with the unknown, Joke's latent instinct to escape was triggered. Even though he was in high spirits now, he decisively stopped performing and prepared to flee.
Survival was more important than anything else. Surviving meant he could refine his performances, surviving meant he could do whatever he wanted to do.
Standing in the aisle without making a sound, Joke smiled, waving goodbye rhythmically as he retraced his steps, as if rewinding.
When he reached the door and turned around to reach and open it,
he found the lock completely fixed, unable to open.
"Hmm?"
Joke turned to inspect it and found the keyhole completely blocked.
