Nathan returned to his house and, with a heavy sigh, collapsed onto the plush sofa in the living room. He closed his eyes, attempting to keep his tumultuous emotions at bay in the wake of the abundance of information he had just encountered.
Linda, noticing his homecoming, promptly grabbed the teapot and cup and set them on the table in front of him. She settled down next to him, their shoulders lightly touching, and snuggled into the couch, allowing a few moments of silence to pass.
"Is something wrong, Oppa?" Linda asked gently, her voice softer than usual.
Nathan opened his eyes slowly, and after a moment of thoughtful silence, he said to Linda, "There are two important things to consider today. Firstly, it appears that Olivia is unaware of Muramoto."
Linda was quiet for a few seconds, then finally nodded. "Why don't we try to figure out where Muramoto lived when he was alive? Perhaps we could uncover some useful information there."
