Childhood Friend of the Zenith

‘This is something.’

The sunlight streaming through the iron bars evoked a strange emotion.

The air felt slightly damp.

Despite the incoming light, the space was curiously dark.

Though somewhat maintained, there were still oddly worn items around.

Looking at these things, I couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

‘So this is how it turned out.’

This was an interrogation room, a space furnished with a chair and a desk.

It was located in the underground level of the Alliance, a place that, given time, would be used for a different purpose.

‘I never thought I’d return here.’

What I was looking at now was an intact wall, but in the future, this wall would be demolished, and iron bars would be installed.

Currently, it was an interrogation room, but by then, it would be called a prison.