Three months later.
Eastlandia, Aaron Base.
At the end of October, the weather gradually cooled, the scorching aura dissipated, and after nightfall, the cool autumn wind swept through the entire base, bringing a sense of vibrant autumn.
After dinner, Glenn Hutchinson went to the office.
Office, canteen, training ground— these are the places Glenn Hutchinson frequents most when there are no drills or incidents.
Wearing his training uniform, Glenn Hutchinson entered the room and removed his outer jacket, leaving only a short-sleeve shirt.
Walking to the desk, he was about to drape the jacket over the chair but inadvertently glanced at the desk ahead.
His gaze inexplicably dimmed.
The empty desk used to be his.
Ever since Flossie Wright became the captain and moved in, his spot was forcibly occupied, and he had to use Harris Caleb's desk.
Meanwhile—
Apart from cleaning, no one moved her belongings.
