Rover recounted everything about John.
Not too long-winded.
He spoke about the first side mission at the psychiatric hospital, about the strange bus, about the people who had participated in the mission at the time, about John who always kept a cheerful smile on his face, and also the hard-to-describe feeling that man had given him.
"John doesn't resemble an ordinary Survivor."
Rover sat on the sofa, both hands resting on his knees, his gaze slightly deepening.
"I had that feeling at the time. He was too calm, too familiar with those strange things. Moreover, he didn't seem like the type of person who survived on luck alone."
Morie stood beside him and softly asked: "You suspect he belongs to some organization?"
"Possibly."
Rover thought of a word.
"Lamp-Bearer."
When he said this name, the atmosphere in the room went slightly quieter.
