In a certain room within the supply station.
Several people sat around a large oval table. Heavy tension lingered in the room as everyone turned to look at Delilah, who was quietly sitting in her seat while briefly pausing her gaze on every individual in the room.
Wherever her gaze would pause, the individual under her gaze would slightly flinch.
Such was the terrifying nature of her gaze.
"Should we get started?"
Standing behind her was Patrick, who held a faint smile on his face.
"....."
Delilah didn't answer.
Her attention was currently focused on a certain individual in the room.
"Is it true that you don't recall anything?"
".....I apologize."
Lennon lowered his head in apology. He too didn't understand what had happened.
His memories were wiped, and all he remembered was waking up in the middle of the street with others around.
