Tiryian returned to his room and ordered his subordinates to leave, yet his mood did not settle with the quietness of the room.
The long talk with "Father" still haunted his mind. Memories of the Diving Abyss project wrapped around his heart uncontrollably, and occasionally, fragments from half a century ago flashed before his eyes—crude diving equipment, cliffs constantly shrouded in cold rain, silent platform guards, priests' low prayers in the rainy nights, the coast laboratory that was brightly lit but always eerie, and the gaze of the Frost Queen that always looked out to the sea, burying all secrets.
Tiryian shook his head, wondering why he suddenly thought of the puppet who called herself "Alice"—the anomaly 099 who had fully escaped the seal and moved freely in the world.
A "controlled" anomaly, a puppet capable of thinking and communicating like a human, and even possessing its own emotions…
