Pushing the door open, the usually crowded office was unexpectedly empty, with neither Lebius nor Geoffrey present, and even Yuriel was nowhere to be seen.
Aimou remarked in surprise, "Huh? No one's here."
Lebius' workaholic reputation was deeply ingrained in everyone, making this place feel like a convenience store open 24/7, where you could always find someone if you pushed the door open.
Bologue followed from behind, and seeing this, he said nothing, turned, and walked into the adjacent lounge. He flopped down on the sofa, closed his eyes, and lay flat on the couch.
The scenes from the cinema flashed relentlessly in his mind, and the rough, jarring metallic sounds echoed in his ears. Bologue tried hard to calm his mind, but the more he tried, the more he was engulfed in a flood of thoughts, unable to extricate himself.
"Ah..."
Bologue held his head and curled up into a ball, nestled on the sofa.
