On the other side of the transmission line, Ange, who had truly heard Grey's voice, couldn't help but shudder.
Her bright auburn hair, which had been neatly tied behind her head, trembled slightly as her body stiffened.
"Grey... Is that really you...?"
Her voice was low and filled with uncertainty, as though she was afraid that the answer she would receive might shatter the fragile hope she had been holding onto for months.
When Grey heard her voice, he couldn't help but smile warmly.
"Yes. It's me."
His reply was simple and brief, yet those three words carried more reassurance than any lengthy explanation could.
For a few moments, he heard faint shuffling noises coming from the other end of the transmission. It sounded as though Ange had suddenly stood up from her seat and nearly knocked something over in her haste.
Then her voice rang out once more.
"Meet me at Port 89. The café across from the large medicinal store."
