Many days had passed since the 26th floor closed.
But even so, Hans still couldn't get over that past.
All he did recently was lock himself in his room, let the darkness envelop him, and think about everything.
Sitting with his legs curled up, the protagonist muttered:
"How sad… How disappointing…"
Just imagining the scene of the people Hans had helped, the people who had sincerely thanked him, being killed before they had a chance to enjoy life always made his chest ache.
And then, thinking about how Kael had always kept everything from Hans really made him feel like he had no motivation to do anything anymore.
Right now, the protagonist was really just an empty shell.
"…Should I do something?"
He shook his head.
"No… Just sit here until I die."
At that moment, from outside, gentle knocks suddenly sounded.
Knock, knock, knock.
Slowly, Hans looked towards the door.
"…Who is it?"
"It's Mom."
"Is there something wrong? If not, don't bother me, I'm not in the mood."
