Strangely enough, the charred skull gave Murder a sense of familiarity.
He had not intended to bother with the skull, but an urge welled up from deep within him.
He wanted to carry the skull with him.
It was an impulse he could barely suppress.
An overwhelming surge of emotion, with reason too weak to keep it in check.
By the time Murder came to his senses, he was already back at his post.
He had casually tucked the skull inside his clothes.
"..."
Murder pulled his clothes open and looked at the skull against his chest.
Anything that could make him act possessed like this probably was not good news.
Judging by what had just happened, whenever he wanted to distance himself from the skull, something in his subconscious stopped him.
Besides that, looking at the skull gave him an eerie feeling.
That feeling of... seeing something that reminded him of someone, as though he were looking at a friend.
But he could not recall anything connected to this skull.
Unable to glean anything from the thing, Murder decided to turn his attention back to slacking off.
For some unknown reason, he had been more diligent than usual lately, and he was burdened by a strange sense of guilt.
But he had no idea what any of it was about.
In the end, all he could do was ease it by slacking off.
He guessed it was probably the result of not getting enough sleep. Getting plenty of sleep really was necessary after all.
Murder's empty existence continued like this for several days.
Until a special day arrived.
According to Murder's research into the timeline, this was the day that particular human would arrive.
It happened to be his break time, so he might as well take the opportunity