If I didn't respond quickly, the other team members might become concerned. However, my throat felt constricted as I stared at the screen.
It displayed a photo of Aidan. But instead of his name being written as Aidan Bathory, it was labeled as 'Number 7'. His captivating amber eyes were still there, but devoid of the vitality I remembered.
"Tesla?"
"Y-yes, I'm sorry."
"Leave the area. We need to return within the designated time," Quinby urged me. She was right. The three-day deadline was nearing its end.
"Alright."
I said the words, but my feet seemed rooted to the spot. Tears streamed down my face as I read the information displayed on the screen.
It narrated Aidan's life story from the moment he was born, detailing his characteristics and emphasizing his idealistic tendencies, which were highlighted in yellow. To my surprise, I also discovered my name mentioned in the data.
