As Skylark made his way back to the lobby of the rundown hotel, the dim light filtering through broken windows cast long shadows across the dusty floor. He couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that seemed to grip him, a sensation that whispered of forgotten details lurking just beyond his grasp.
With each step, a chill ran down his spine, prompting him to mumble to himself, "I don't know why... But I feel like I'm forgetting something important."
Upon reaching the lobby, Skylark found himself face to face with Magizer and Blair, the worn surroundings serving as a backdrop to their meeting. Magizer, with his calm demeanor and piercing gaze, his presence commanding attention despite the desolation.
"Any luck on your end?" Magizer inquired, his voice cutting through the silence of the lobby.
Skylark, with his sharp eyes scanning the surroundings, replied, "I identified seven corpses in total, each either dead or had become zombies."
