“D-city is a far cry from C-city,” Min-Ain suddenly starts. He’s in a seat near the window that’s still shuttered with a post-modern-looking curtain. It is just a canvas blind that rolls up and down from a string on the side.Min-Ain continues while he looks through the menu, saying. “Compared to the quality of streets and buildings there, here is like a weird paradise made by expensive, or whatever, strong concrete. It’s cool when I first came here but found myself adapting fast since everything is just mentally…wow.”“I know what you mean,” Cristian says, “I live in D-city, I still do. I have a home there and here, but it’s more of a work-given home here in C-city. It’s a place not related here in **** company.”“Wait, you’re a D-city citizen too?” Min-Ain asked as he looks up from the menu. “I mean, you don’t look like a citizen from that place. Unless you live in those expensive high-rise buildings or condominiums? I mean, I won’t judge, I don’t envy those guys living in those hig

Reina only raised her head a minute after Akyl sat down on one of the chairs in front of her table. The “good day” Akyl said to her was not the trigger for her to stop reading but the fact she’s already done sending responses in the meantime.Smiling in her small smirking sort-of manner, Reina reached under her desk to hand Akyl a box of mint sticks she keeps for her consumption. Not for her breaks, breath freshening, or any other reason, but to simply serve as a throwaway to any guest she has in her office. That’s the kind of simple hospitality she’s begun to show, as Reina observed most of her employees shift their mood when they’re offered a piece of candy before conversing.Keeping her façade even in the presence of someone who is internally aware of Reina’s folly won’t hurt her, but it does seem to get on most people’s nerves. The way Reina perceives Akyl’s expression during the time they were conversing about her role and work here in the labs.“So, how’s the team faring?” Asked

Chapter 26Silence echoed through the spotless metal of the stainless-steel vents of the Northwoods Lab, except for the breeze that the exhausts send through these air ducts, other things often end up coming through the lines of this ceiling that the maintenance crew only cleans this area of the building twice every day but on specific times. One lands itself early in the morning and the other is late at night, something that the people in the middle of the day would never see the cleaning staff’s presence. That’s why on this midday, two crows, with aging feathers but eager yet discreet footsteps trailed in the vents like they knew and owned the place.The one ahead is a frazzled tall head crow that walked with its wings close to its body. It tries its best to avoid having any contact with the walls or ceiling of the shaft, except for the ground it carefully treaded. Behind the “frazzle” crow is a crow at least a wee bit smaller in height but quite plump in width, with a cute tiny fea

Minutes passed by before the snob crow finished spending a considerably wholesome amount of time fondly rubbing its sleek head on Trust’s hand. Friction from the crow’s slightly roughed-up feathers shows as a reddish spot on his hand. He dismisses it without feeling any inch annoyed for the now sleeping thing.Disturbing it to ask if it could still properly connect with the other crows might defeat any purpose because he can sense the energy of his connection slightly fading as if to rest. This now gives him an excuse to internalize what options he could to decide between saving or letting Horaz’s fate to that place. Included in this matter is the involvement of the **** company in what activities they plan to partake towards whatever goal they plan to meet, regarding Horaz.He did conclude that he should bear a sense of responsibility towards the young boy’s fate, but should he act now or pursue any action later? If any knowledge should be put into the plans he can come up with, he h

The sheer confusion on Trust’s face must have shown itself because Izobra eyed his face with a plastered smile, a practiced expression meant to look natural but to those who are sharp enough can tell it was forced. Itching to express his opinion but cautious at the misunderstanding he can spark, Trust kept his face schooled, with the same practiced stoicism that is neither haughty nor unpleasant to the onlooker. Personally thinking what Trust thinks about this revelation could take him a few days of expressly stalking them through any means necessary until he manages to plan a physical method on how to assess their “not human” humanity. When he says “not human,” they express themselves in natural ways that defeat the reality of his current skill as a Primer with high adeptness towards presences. Like a sixth sense aptly heightened to a degree that could rival a well-coded program. “We’re also friends of the doctor!” said Aurea, who seem to show more upfront friendliness and a bit of