In the northwest of the Underground, a hooded figure walked into a building. When the figure entered, they removed their cover, revealing a young face. His hair was a dark shade of yellow, blending in with the gloomy atmosphere of the building.
The young man's face was likewise as gloomy, but there was undeniable wariness in his eyes. If Zeke were to see this man, he would recognize him instantly. It was none other than Franz.
"Ren! It's me, Franz!"
Franz shouted, his voice echoing in the building. But then his expression changed, a hand silently appearing on his neck. He sensed a ghostly presence emerge from his back, caressing his throat calmly.
"Hey. Why are you shouting? Do you wanna die?"
An irritated voice came from the ghostly presence.
"I-It's you, Ren, right?!"
Franz cleared his throat, lowering his voice. The hand caressing his throat paused, then landed on his shoulder, patting him quietly. A moment later, a short man with black hair stepped out of the shadows.
