The hustle and bustle of the city's night was instantly shielded by more than half.
The wall lamp extended infinitely on the walls covered with fluorescent graffiti.
Gino suddenly asked a question.
"What's wrong with you?"
"What?"
John turned his head and found her staring at him.
"What do you mean?"
"Honestly, you seem off. I heard the incident at the Bolago Club was quite severe. Are you seriously injured? Not fully recovered?"
John didn't speak; his smile faded considerably.
Gino seemed to have gotten a definite answer.
"How bad is it?"
She stared into John's eyes and pressed on.
[Mission Objective Updated]
[Conceal Illness. (Optional)]
[Disclose the Truth. (Optional)]
The main mission suddenly showed new progress.
John disliked confiding, disliked the sense of responsibility that came with close relationships, and did not want his death to affect anyone.
The Calormen Truck stopped at a corner public berth.
John gently tapped the steering wheel.
