Outside on the playground.
The noise seemed to be isolated; the silent playground, in the waning twilight, was filled only with the sounds of insects and birds.
The hustle and bustle gradually faded away.
As soon as they arrived on the playground, they saw two people standing on the Grassland.
They stood face to face, neither conceding in aura. In the warm sunset, their straight and upright silhouettes became silhouettes in Base's lingering sun. The side profiles were nothing but black shapes, their expressions invisible, even the emotions in their eyes and brows.
Flossie Wright and Belinda Nichols unconsciously came to a halt.
They did not step forward.
From a distance, they could still hear the sound of an argument.
