Those slanted eyes narrowed as he scanned the holographic screen in front of him.
He swiped the thin screen to the left eight times in a row, then to the right three times. The pace of his hand then stopped at a spot that showed the figure of an old man carrying a turquoise flag. He observed the man's face using an application on his laptop but to no avail. None of the residents of Amerta match the old man's face.
The young man then jotted down something in the book and continued scanning the screen. He scratched his matted black hair and took a sip of the strong, steaming coffee in his right hand. Although the dizziness that had hit him almost made him faint, it didn't stop him from seeking as much information as possible.
