"I'm not available right now, but when will I be?"
Roger felt like he had deciphered the meaning behind the redhead girl's words.
"Does it mean that I should wait a bit longer?"
With that question in mind, he drifted off to sleep.
When he woke up the next morning, Amanda had already left, leaving behind a note on the table with a smiley face drawn on it.
After breakfast, Roger drove straight to the University of Bordeaux. He had already explained the purpose of his visit, and as soon as he entered the room, Dickinson handed him a piece of paper.
"Here are some tasks that are more suited for you."
"I've asked around, and the difficulty of the tasks isn't too high. With your abilities, you should be able to complete them easily."
Roger flipped through them one by one, until his eyes suddenly fixed on one particular task.
Withered male corpses.
