Lunney was sitting in front of his desk, his gaze dull as he fiddled with something. Because of the angle, Roger couldn't see what was in Lunney's hands, but the expression on his face was very strange.
It revealed a hint of... obsession.
Thump, thump, thump!
Roger absentmindedly knocked on the door.
The crisp sound seemed somewhat grating in the empty hospital, but Lunney seemed not to hear it at all, bowing his head, immersed in his own world.
"What's the matter?"
Henrik stopped in his tracks and asked in a low voice.
Roger casually pointed, feeling an increasing heat in his chest. Based on past experiences, whatever Lunney was holding must be some kind of mysterious object.
Bang!
Henrik exerted force, and the door burst open. Startled, Lunney finally raised his head, and Roger saw what he had been playing with in his hands.
A doll made of straw, its crude face adorned with two white button eyes.
