"Hm 🎶 hm 🎶"
With my eyes closed, I hummed in the dimly lit room, reclining on the chair as I tapped my finger on the table.
"Never gonna get it 🎵, never gonna🎵"
As I mumbled lyrics of a song that I remembered, I glanced at the handcuffs binding my hands.
With a red light still beeping in the middle, the handcuffs tried to suck all my mana from my core.
Click
As I was having fun alone, the door of the room clicked open and a man walked inside.
And right beside him was Duke Morton.
The man with black hair, dark red eyes, and an aged face sat in the seat opposite of me.
With his deep gaze looking at me with an apathetic look, not bothering to hide his boredom.
As for my so-called father, he stood at the corner of the room.
Ignoring Duke Morton's presence, I looked at the man, recognizing him from both my memories of Eden and my memories of the game.
