"Misfortune?"
"Are you referring to fate?"
Boer Nelson froze for a moment, then asked in return.
However, the old curator received no answer from Qin Ran—only Qin Ran's disregard.
Qin Ran's gaze remained fixed on the museum beyond the display window. As the last trace of sunset vanished, night fell completely. The streetlights had come on at some point, but they could not illuminate the entire museum. They lit only a small portion of it, while most of the museum remained shrouded in darkness.
If anything, the contrast with the lights made the building in the darkness seem even deeper.
Like a colossal beast crouching in the shadows.
It was silent.
It waited quietly.
It...
Hunted its prey!
The café fell completely silent, save for barely audible breathing.
For this shoot, after paying a generous fee, Aike De had rented out the entire café and, following his instructions, turned off the unnecessary music and lights.
Thus, apart from the table specifically attended to by the lighting technician, the café was enveloped in dimness.
The silent, gloomy surroundings made Boer Nelson uncomfortable.
The man, who had originally been sitting upright on the sofa, began to lean forward slightly, hoping that the movement would ease his discomfort.
At the same time, he continued speaking.
"I don't believe in fate."
"I believe diligence and hard work can change one's original destiny."
"Most people believe that as well."
Trying to break the eerie silence, Boer Nelson's voice involuntarily rose.
Yet Qin Ran remained silent in the face of those words, still watching the museum.
Qin Ran did not speak, making the situation rather awkward. Aike De, acting as the temporary host, immediately cleared his throat and stepped in.
"Then what about the remaining few?"
Aike De held the microphone to Boer Nelson's mouth.
"They