After dealing with the real social worker, the two of them walked through the corridor and returned to the archives room.
The female journalist followed expressionlessly behind.
Perhaps it was because she had just pushed away a teammate who could have saved her, or maybe because she had decided to stick to her path come what may, the female journalist now somewhat resembled a sage who had given up on all hope.
However, as soon as she entered the archives room, she snapped out of her sage-like state and her pupils quaked again!
But, probably because she had been shocked so often, she quickly adjusted her own state, closed the door to the archives room, and curiously sized up the girl in the room.
She wasn't pretending to be a social worker anymore; now she had taken on a different appearance.
The girl was dressed in a grass green dress with a doll collar, with two braids hanging in front of her chest. Her face appeared soft and tranquil, but her eyes were somewhat lifeless.