Cail tossed the note on the table. It slid to the other side and finally stopped when it was almost falling off the edge.
"This feels like reading a novel only to slapped with a cliffhanger," he pouted as he continued spinning in the office chair.
He was staring at the ceiling, his mind calming down a bit. He finally managed to realize some disparities.
"Other people have investigated this void rift, right? But why is this office so clean?" Logically, no evidence should be left behind if Cail were in those organizations' shoes. Information is a good bargaining chip.
At first, he thought that the missing files were taken away, but that doesn't seem to be the case.
He stretched his feet. They were caught by the table leg. He stopped spinning and sat properly. Looking around the room, he guessed, "Maybe the door wasn't deactivated after all? Maybe my void energy managed to bypass some barrier, just like what I did to the plaza before."
