(Zack's Point of View)
Seeing the atmosphere around the Hansen building has given me a strange feeling these days. I'm not sure why a couple of people are staring at the building outside. Some people, in particular, are deliberately or unintentionally observing me.
They avert their gaze whenever I try to look at them. I walk towards Mr. Arthur's cabin, shaking my head. Mr. Arthur let me in after I knocked the door.
"I'm glad he's here," I muttered under my breath. When I saw him go missing for a few days, I assumed he was sick.
"How are you doing, Zack?" Mr. Arthur was curious.
When I heard that, I responded, "I'm fine, Mr. Arthur, but what's going on?" "Could you please tell me?"
