"So, I told you from the beginning?"
In an office on the eighth floor, which was completely soundproof, Matt raised his voice in front of his boss. He couldn't calm down his anger. He had been dismissed of what he had repeatedly claimed, and an unimaginable disaster broke out as a result. After reading a report on the El Paso branch's stats, including Quarantine No. 25, Matt couldn't even put sarcasm in his mouth – 'You didn't listen to me and knew this would happen.'
The recorded damage scene was much worse, more frightening, and more disastrous than expected.
"Keep the agents with the peculiar reaction to work within the El Paso branch! What the hell was the reason…!"
Abraham, who was still listening to Matt's words, looked at him with calm eyes. Receiving such cold eyes, Matt soon felt something strange.
"…What is it?"
