Benson Walton's POV:
The days of the mobile patrol team were not easy.
Suddenly losing my identity as an Alpha, the huge psychological gap made me feel unreal. In the mobile patrol team, I was just an insignificant soldier. No one made things difficult for me, but no one cared about me. The commander's cold eyes and my comrades' distant attitude were all flogging my remaining self-esteem. They mercilessly laughed at me. 'Wake up. You're just an insignificant person now.'
It wasn't as if I hadn't been apprehensive when I arrived. Selma could make me wish I were dead with just a light hint. But in the end, none of my worries happened. The people here didn't know my identity at all. This made me sigh in relief, but at the same time, I felt a strange sense of melancholy.
