"Wah, I don't want to go procurement anymore! I'd rather die than go procurement!"
The voice, nearly crying out, is so heart-wrenching that you can feel it even through a closed door.
The three of them stopped in their tracks, pausing in front of the door.
Austin Shepherd turned his head to glance at them, a placating smile alighting on his face, "Let's go in first."
Having said that, he pushed open the door directly.
Inside was the kitchen, cleaner and tidier than imagined, everything arranged in an orderly manner. What came into view immediately were several burly men in camouflage garb and white aprons, their imposing and robust figures sweeping away any trace of the feminine aura typically associated with the kitchen.
The only female soldier in the kitchen was crouched on the ground, her head buried in her knees, crying softly. The voice that had echoed out through the door undoubtedly belonged to her.
