Stepping into the heart of Old Gundam was like entering a municipality. A municipality under strict control, ruled by a dictator.
It was quite unsettling. It felt like all eyes were on me, like every little movement I made was being recorded…
It was as if every step I took was being specifically recorded.
Something like, 'Franz Martin Inferesse stepped into some part of the garden at 1:46 p.m.'. If that were the case, it wouldn't have surprised me at all.
Still, there was one thing that surprised me. And that was the number of cars around being fewer than I'd expected. The visitor parking lot was so empty it felt like all plans for today had been canceled, and everyone had been sent home. I couldn't see Thomas's car anywhere either, as if he'd never even come here.
How strange…
