For people not directly affected by a case, their memories were always short. This saying was what Zane was leaning on when he logged into the Glirroy Hotel and it proved true, somewhat. By the second day, he could already eat and hold down what he had eaten. He closed his Atlas and spent his day in a sniper training game. By the fourth day, those sad emotions had faded a lot, he was much calmer now. When he smiled in the mirror, it was exactly like his smile, warm and cheerful and his laugh felt very sincere. With that, he took a bath and dressed well before he went into the game room.
The hotel was a small one, not those big ones that had the latest gaming capsule in each client's room. Glirroy Hotel just had one common gaming room, Zane did not care either way. He logged in with his second account and took a deep breath. It has been exactly three weeks since he came back here.
The bell at the door chimed as the middle-aged woman walked in.
