It was as if we became motivated the moment we found our target.
Caroline felt the same way—she began examining Room 403, carefully exploring it for the first time.
She went to the wardrobe and opened it, looking at the clothes inside... This should be 403's wardrobe. Usually, one could get a rough idea of a person's personality from their style of dress.
Caroline was somewhat confident in this area—not because of book learning, but because of experience gained in the field. As for what that field experience was, you can figure it out yourselves.
403 must once have been a very cheerful and sunny fellow... Caroline went through the clothes one by one.
Suddenly, a photograph slipped out from among the clothes. It was a group photo—a handsome man and a beautiful woman.
It showed them embracing beneath the setting sun, with a hint of commemorative value.
The man clearly wasn't 'Arno' or 'Haily,' because he looked completely different... Was this person 403? Was this what he had originally looked like?
Caroline couldn't help remembering 403's frightening appearance, with white bandages wrapped around his face, exposing only two eyes streaked with blood, along with a small amount of scalp and hair.
She sat down at the desk. Unlike Arno's desk, this one was rather messy. Since it hadn't been touched for so long, the books on the shelves were covered in a thin layer of dust.
Caroline casually took out a book and opened it to the first page. A name was written there—people wrote their names in books to mark personal belongings, so this must have been 403's name.
Caroline placed the photo beside the name on the page. Looking at the man's radiant smile in the photograph, she softly read the name written there: Lucas.
Lucas...
Caroline