November 3rd, 11:21:57 AM, inside the room.
"There are 39 minutes left until twelve o'clock..."
Colin withdrew his gaze from the electronic wall clock and then glanced over at the small discussion group on the parchment.
After a few days of working together, everyone had chosen to follow his advice, meaning they no longer used any drugs or items, and they had abandoned the idea of giving "Script City·Passionate Paradise" a tiny bit of shock from the "Book of Fate."
At least that was the case on the surface; what they chose to do privately, Colin wasn't clear about, and he couldn't force them...
To be honest, he felt that this group was starting to go mad.
And it seemed that this crazed way of thinking was a bit contagious...
"This is making me wonder if there's a traitor or a water ghost from 'Passionate Paradise' among you four, deliberately leading you astray... Hiss, no, no, I can't start going crazy with you."
