Chapter 23 - 5.1 : Reflections and Strange Surveillance
Morning came without mercy.
The sun burned on the skin, birds chirped like they were mocking the lazy, and Al’s biological clock—as usual—forced him to wake up... in total misery.
It was Monday.
The cursed day for anyone who worships long sleep.
The day that follows Sunday feels like time itself has committed betrayal.
Al slowly opened his eyes. His body still ached from the "night of judgment" he had just endured. He lazily got out of bed in the small building they called his "room"—if a room could be defined as a discarded space almost equal to a storage shed.
He walked to the door, opened it slowly...
And instantly squinted—not because of the sunlight, but because of the reflection of the sunlight from someone’s bald head.
Someone was standing firm at his door, back facing Al, posture stiff like a military statue. Broad shoulders, tall and muscular body—even from behind, this figure looked like someone who could make others wet their pants just by standing there.
Al narrowed his eyes.
"...Dedy?"
The bald man turned slowly, his harsh expression unchanged, but...