In the dim space, a figure bearing the same appearance as the Nightwalker, but with messy hair on its head and clad in a human white coat like a researcher, sat on a small stool beside him, staring at the young man before him.
"I understand."
Myne sat on the sofa and took a sip of an unknown drink with very low alcohol content and a not unpleasant taste. Most importantly, it was harmless. He seemed more like the master of this hideout than the Nightwalker before him. Waffle and Ted wandered around the hideout, searching for something to play with, while Ocea settled on Myne's lap, enjoying his strokes on her back.
Myne nodded understandingly and said softly, "It was the group of terrible outsiders last year who transformed you into this. The miracle is that you did not completely lose your human consciousness. Every night, you recover your thoughts and try to find a cure for the virus from a little bit of immunity in your blood."
