In the dusk, three fully armed figures swiftly approached Gerard's cabin.
As one of them neared the cabin, he immediately pressed against the wall and peered through the window. However, before he could make any sense of the scene inside, another person patted his shoulder and said, "Don't be so tense, Carl. That guy is locked up in the Skeletal Headquarters' guardhouse. There's no way he's here."
Carl, referred to by his companion, was somewhat displeased by the interruption. "Jim, you're being too careless. Even if he's not here, that's the former ..."
"'Night Star's Knight,' we all know, but you've said it yourself, it's the past." Jim shrugged, "Now the second generation of the Pioneer Force has been in charge for ten years, and you're still stuck on a hero from ten years ago. Don't you know that in this era, even the best prosthetics should be scrapped after three years?"
