Seconds ago…
Zaen hunched over on the ground, dry heaving. He had seen his parents again… He didn't know if he was hallucinating or if it was something else, but his father's parting words kept echoing in his head.
"…dad designed the shop?" Zaen whispered as a defeated smile crept to his face. "He's… the one who created the system? But why?"
He felt like a fool the moment those words left his mouth. If his father gave him an anomaly-slaying system, then clearly he was involved with the F.O.R.C.E., and even his disappearance could be related to them.
Are they… alive?
The possibility of that was low, but given the twisted world they lived in, nothing was certain.
As for the system, it was his father's gift or perhaps his way to ensure his child's protection just in case things went wrong and he ended up joining the games.
