When Gap's eyes gradually adjusted to the intense sunlight streaming in from the huge floor-to-ceiling window, the world in his eyes began to appear normal.
The person standing by the window, turned sideways to look at him, finally matched successfully with someone in his memory.
"Mr. Lynch...", as the door behind him closed, Gap glanced back, the prison guard stood outside the room.
The frosted glass on the door still showed his dutiful back. Besides Lynch, there was another person inside the room who seemed to have the identity of an investigator.
Lynch walked over to the chair that had always belonged to the prison director and sat down, simultaneously inviting Gap to sit opposite him.
Gap had seen the prison director here more than once; he was a somewhat grim person, the king of this small kingdom.
