Sleeping until noon, Iris Dalton was woken up by an alarm.
DING—
[YellowFish]: "Alert, alert! A yacht has arrived at the pier. Thirty people have disembarked. Predicted hostility index is ninety, danger index is ninety, and attack index is ninety. This far exceeds the safety threshold. Requesting permission for a defensive counterattack!"
Many cameras had been installed near the pier, providing crystal-clear real-time monitoring during the day, which allowed [YellowFish] to accurately predict the danger and attack indices.
Iris Dalton sat up abruptly, still groggy and a bit dazed.
This time, the arrivals hadn't sneaked onto the island via the rocky coast; they had approached openly from the pier. She wondered if they were a rescue team rather than a sneak attack. But if it was a rescue, why were the hostility and danger indices so high? It was too weird!
Stepping out of her tent, Iris Dalton saw a group of people excitedly packing their belongings, beaming with joy.
