I'M Not A Special Character
Mysterious Man and Crypt

Time runs so fast, adding to the impression of longing hose changing days getting stronger. But unfortunately, he had to be quiet without knowing the answer. But even so, the feeling of satisfaction he always felt when remembering a moment of recognition without reply.

Back in the school atmosphere that felt calmer after the departure of Arsiel and Marchel a few days ago, but the calmness caused boredom for people who had been left behind.

At this time Arland was enjoying the twilight and breezy wind that blows slowly on his face. The hours of study ended a few minutes ago, instead of returning to rest, the young man chose to remain silent on the school rooftop.

Nothing has changed, everything is going on as usual. Starting from Arland's obligation to learn as well as the additional task of supervising Jacob in the break time arrived. Remembering about Jacob made Arland feel a little annoyed at Gerryn. During the ongoing surveillance Gerryn always stick to it making Arland a little trouble.

Thought Arland ventured far away thinking about Arsiel's condition. His gaze shifted to stare at the Smartphone that he had been holding. Then slowly the thumb shifted slowly over the smartphone screen to display a series of messages that he sent a few hours ago.

Arland's face clearly looks a little disappointed when staring at a message that has not been read by the recipient. Arland knew for sure Arsiel would have no free time just to reply to the message he sent, but there was no harm not to hope for a time he received news from the person who managed to seize all his attention.

"I miss you and it will always be like that until we meet again." He spoke to a man far away, a place that even Arland did not know.

After being satisfied with nostalgia at the starting point of meeting them, Arland finally decided to leave there. Despite the distance between the two Arland remains convinced that one day he will meet again with the beautiful girl.

Arland stepped through the corridor that felt great. This silent atmosphere did not make him feel anxious in the slightest, perhaps because he was used to going home a little late than usual.

“I hope we can meet back soon.” Arland muttered in the middle of silence. His feet continued to walk down the corridor, down several stairs until he reached the bottom floor.

Without Arland noticing, a man was waiting for his torso to come out of the school gate. The man was wearing a high-class suit with a slightly tight black suit covering the body without a shirt.

Arland continued walking with very light footsteps. Many things were thought of, but during the trip to Arland's house tried to focus on his steps so as not to hallucinate.

“Arland Edison, right?”

“Sorry?” Arland asked in confusion. His head was slightly tilted with a circle flooded with question marks.

“Can you please come with me for a moment?”

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A very spacious room with a variety of tools in each inch. A girl was sweeping her eyes looking at the contents of the place she was currently in. Nausea immediately approached him after his eyes caught the body of someone lying on a bed in a very sad condition.

Although the girl had been involved in several murders and had only recently been tortured, the condition of the person who was in front of her was much more dire.

“What kind of experiments are they actually doing?” Harwich gulped even though his saliva felt hard to swallow.

He is currently alone because he was separated when he met another ladder crossing. Luckily Harwich found the right way to the basement.

“Information regarding the stairs leading to the basement turned out to be wrong, or maybe it was deliberately made to outwit undercover spies. Turns out they are full of preparations.” Harwich muttered again amid the silence of the atmosphere that now enveloped the large room.

“For now I have to contact another agent first. At least I hope Helwer and his group haven't reached the third floor yet. There are definitely many agents and they will probably be in trouble.”

Harwich pressed a button near the collar of his suit, bringing the lips closer to the nanophone attached there. He wanted to call the whole agent, but it felt impossible. If there are many people who constantly enter the same room, then it will invite suspicion to the people around it. Not to mention if their movements are caught by the lens of the surveillance camera.

“Alright, at least I will call the agent who is currently in the labyrinth of stairs only.” Harwich breathed. Prepare to give orders.

“For the agents who are in the labyrinth of stairs, I order everything to gather at the starting point.”