He had to be a good person.


    That was the one certainty I felt while dealing with FoxGame.


    He spoke in a voice as bleak as the shadows that clung to his face.


    "I took them in with good intentions, but at some point, they seized control. I even let them stay despite having a kid, but this is how they turned out. Not that I didn’t expect it. Those two... they resent me."@@@@


    "Resent you?"


    "Yeah. Back when I worked at the company, I once took inspiration from that guy’s idea without his permission. I was so sleep-deprived, barely getting three hours a day under crushing performance pressure, that I wasn’t even conscious of stealing it. But in the end, I did something awful to him."


    FoxGame recounted his past with a sorrowful expression that didn’t feel forced.


    Maybe he was telling the truth.


    Then, in a hushed whisper, he added,


    "They have the key to the armory."


    At that moment, the inner door of the garage creaked open.


    "They’re keeping me alive because I’m the only one who knows how to maintain and operate this bunker. But once they learn everything... they’ll kill me."


    I turned to look at him.


    He was staring toward the end of the hallway, his expression cold yet exhausted.


    "You saw my room, right?"


    "You mean that cramped space?"


    He turned to face me.


    "Do you really think that was my room?"


    If I hadn’t spoken with the couple earlier, I might have believed FoxGame’s words without question.


    But I couldn’t shake the evaluations I had read about him on Failnet.


    I studied his face.


    FoxGame had the perfect face of a victim.


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