Light footsteps echoed inside a vacant industrial building that was formerly used for assembling cars. It was located on the suburban edge of B City, where very few people could be seen going to and fro.
This thumping sound created by a group of people coincided with a clear, baritone voice. Its voice sounded like it was explaining to whoever it was intended to. Only that, there is a thin sheen of nervousness in his voice— almost enough for anyone to think that the other was being threatened to speak.
