"After all these years, I finally made it to department head, folks."
"Why did a door suddenly appear in Central Command?"
"Why are all three birds going through it?"
"Did Protocol TT2 fail?"
"Is the cognitive filter broken? Did the manager faint?"
"What do you mean the burial procedure has been initiated??"
Apocalypse Bird: "I've been trying so hard. How are you still alive?"
"What about the Red Mist?"
Roland stared blankly, holding Angela.
"How should I know? I thought it was a speed bump."
Ayin, a former Grade V employee of a branch, shrugged.
"Take it up with my Twilight!"
The Red Mist turned into a cloud of blood and slipped away in secret.
Irene is doing her best to live today, too.
My name is Ayin. I'm in my thirties, live in the middle of T Corp, and I'm unmarried. I once had a younger sister. I work at an L Corp branch, and every night I sleep at the company instead of going home. I don't use N-caph, and I only drink and smoke in moderation.
Then the branch collapsed. I had just crawled out of the rubble when I ran straight into the Red Mist. I fainted.
Roland, who extorted fifty million from me, said you could tell a person's personality by their color. But I'm completely color-blind.
I've had to tread carefully my whole life. But all I can do is try my best to live.
This is hard.
