After saying those words, Karen bit his lower lip,
"I just said something meaningless."
Then,
Karen tried to spread his hands and slowly changed his standing position.
In the following moment,
Mr. Mozam's curled-up figure also started to move along. No, it was translating.
This feeling...
just like having a projector hanging on his forehead.
Is this... a soul?
Karen wasn't sure about the "material" of this thing, after all, he couldn't reach out to touch it due to the distance.
But,
he suddenly had an idea.
As Karen constantly turned, the sobbing "Mr. Mozam" and the one lying on the stretcher were aligned in the same direction.
After adjusting the direction,
Karen began to "focus" again,
moving his steps back and forth to bring them as close together as possible.
