At Boss Mi's house.
On the square table against the wall, a girl with black hair covering her cheeks sat sculpture-like on the table, her vacant eyes staring straight ahead.
In front of her, on the sofa, a man in a suit sat there, one hand resting on the back of the sofa, the other unconsciously clenched, as if trying to hold onto some equipment. Realizing it wasn't by his side, he awkwardly released his fingers, took out a lighter from his pocket, and flicked it open and shut, idly passing the time.
Yin Zhi'en finally walked out of the small room, and slowly approached the sofa, calling softly, "President."
"Ready?" Carl Milak asked.
"Yes," Yin Zhi'en glanced at the system time, "should be entering soon..."
"Good," Carl Milak raised his hand, gently patted his arm, "Go in with peace of mind. Coming out safely is all that matters, don't overthink other things."
