He closed the door behind him, and a frail-looking Caucasian youth with glasses walked to the front.
Everyone noticed the black box he held in his hands.
"Since you're all here, you must have some degree of belief in what I've said before," he began.
The bespectacled youth, known as Jansen, belonged to a family involved in long-distance shipping, "I suppose you've all come across some strange occurrences in life, things that simply can't be explained by common sense."
His low voice suddenly heightened.
"There are unknown facets of this world still hidden from us."
His gaze swept over everyone's faces, particularly focusing on Famke and the others who had once seen a mermaid on the isle; naturally, they agreed wholeheartedly.
Jansen's eyes finally rested on a dark-haired woman sitting in the back of the meeting room, a tall and fair beauty with her black hair casually draped over her shoulders, yet not appearing disheveled.
Her eyes were a pale green, like two dazzling gems.
