C40 Sortemiya

The lights are on.

In the clean and spacious room, the tables and chairs were spotless. Everything was arranged in an orderly manner.

If he forcefully picked out something wrong, then he wouldn't be able to sense the smell of humans, right? The white robed man that stood alone at the center of the room pondered like this.

... "I'm the only one left."

Muttering, his hands hung by his side