Inside the confines of a portable military camp office, Kanon occupied one side of a small table while Michael sat across from her.
Their expressions were equally solemn, mirroring the weight of their discussion. Michael, in particular, radiated an air of seriousness . His posture was rigid, and the lines on his forehead etched deeper than usual, hinting at the significance of what he was about to say.
As Kanon studied him, she couldn't help but feel the tension in the room, the unspoken understanding that this conversation held the key to figuring out the answer she had been searching for.
"What do you know about the Whisperer?" she broke the silence. She had been searching for answers for a long time, but her efforts had hit a dead end.
Michael didn't respond immediately. He appeared to be deep in thought, carefully considering his words.
"Do you believe in the supernatural?" he inquired.
