"z? Are you there... Where is everyone?"
This was where they had stayed the night, but Ironclad Katz found none of its companions here. It had returned from the station square, yet it had not seen any trace of z and the others along the way.
It stood blankly in the street, not knowing what it should do next.
"Katz... Katz... Katz..."
It seemed someone was calling its name... from around the corner.
"Who is calling me?"
It wasn't the voice of any companion it knew... yet whoever it was knew its name. Katz cautiously walked over and pulled a Molotov cocktail from the opening in its breastplate.
Not that it was only z who liked throwing these things around. Katz was a little addicted too. How satisfying it was to throw one! Anyone who had done it knew.
"Katz... Come here, come here... Come to me."
"Who the hell are you?!"
It suddenly sped up and dashed into the alley around the corner. At the dim end of the alley, a faint light-blue figure could be seen.
With a crackle, the Molotov cocktail in its hand dropped to the ground. Katz also slowly walked into the alley.
"...So, you don't know the truth behind this world's destruction either, do you?"
Medanzo sat cross-legged on the ground, propping up his chin as he pondered. After a brief exchange, he had already grasped the general situation.
"How much else do you know about this city?" Senior Yulia suddenly asked.
Mr. Sunny shook his head. "This city is enormous. So far, we haven't explored much... I'm afraid we've only been moving around in a very small area. Why? Is there something strange about this city?"
Medanzo shook his head and said directly, "We're also traveling in search of the truth.