Flossie Wright lazily scanned the scene, but the moment she looked at the photograph, her gaze froze.
It was an angled shot taken from below.
The sun was setting, and the blood-red dusk had colored the scene, leaving only black and red shades. At first glance, the view was vast, grand, and breathtakingly beautiful.
On the sloping mountaintop, dark figures were visible only as silhouettes, but one could vaguely discern they were upside down.
The whole image looked somewhat eerie with these inverted figures, but beneath this backdrop, it emphasized the majestic beauty of the landscape, making everything seem to be blending into the expansive sky and earth.
What caught the eye most was a standing side profile, hands crossed on the chest, standing in the sunset. Standing there with no movement, yet firmly grounded like rooted to the earth, it was incredibly conspicuous.
At a single glance, Flossie recognized him.
Glenn Hutchinson.
"A pretty good shot."
