The gentle sunlight pours down, warmth fills every inch of Bologue's skin. It's been too long since he's sunbathed. Every time in the sun, Bologue feels somewhat unfamiliar, if not resistant.
Clearly, Bologue is a nocturnal creature. Although he has a good routine of sleeping early and waking early, from staying so long in the Black Prison, he's already become one with the darkness, breaking away from the light.
This kind of sunbath is rare, but now after enjoying this radiance, Bologue still prefers Opus somewhat, for its gloominess and cold belong to Bologue's territory.
Sitting on a bench, surrounded by emptiness. In the days at Border Sanatorium, unlike the freeloading Palmer, within allowed limits, Bologue wandered every area he could go to and found this spot.
It's located in the corner of the garden, the path here covered by growing shrubs. If you don't get close, it's hard to discover this trail.
