On an ordinary day, the foundation was operating as usual, agents were doing field work, and researchers were conducting research as usual.
Until that moment came, all the "abnormalities" came to an abrupt end. No one knew why, and no one knew who did it.
The world has entered normality, and the curtain is no longer necessary, but what about the abnormality? What about the containment items? Where did they go? Are you coming back for dinner?
The mysterious number from Antarctica: March 8, 1998, 5 hours, 7 minutes and 4 seconds.
Here I go again.
A short story in one chapter, good to read