In a cemetery on the outskirts of Tingen.
Klein sat crouched in a corner, waiting for someone to arrive.
"Klein?"
Suddenly, he heard someone calling his name. He looked up and saw a dark-skinned figure.
"Mr. Azik."
"Yes, it's me. I came as soon as I received your letter." Azik emerged from the shadows.
"So, what exactly happened?"
"I..." Klein's lips twitched, but for a moment, he could not speak.
Yes, what exactly have I been through lately? Inexplicably transmigrating, inexplicably getting reported, inexplicably getting locked up, and inexplicably becoming a 'fugitive.'
Recalling his life since transmigrating, Klein could not help letting out a long sigh inwardly.
Actually, before I was reported, life after transmigrating was pretty good.
I had a younger sister, an older brother, and a well-paid job. It was even the kind of secure government position I'd dreamed of before transmigrating.
The Nighthawks' salaries were exceptionally high for this era, putting them firmly among the high earners.
Sigh...
Thinking back on everything he had experienced these past few days, Klein suddenly felt aggrieved, as though he had fallen from heaven into hell.
He slowly began telling Azik what had happened recently. Apart from the gray fog and the Tarot Club, he told him everything he could, including the matter with Lorne.
His speech quickened, his dazed expression giving way to anger. It was as much an outpouring as a release.
Azik said nothing. He merely nodded slightly and listened.
He knew how awful Klein must be feeling. Having gone through such drastic changes in so short a time, the fact that he had not broken down already spoke to his resilience.
"So much has happened..." Azik nodded after hearing Klein's account. He had never imagined his student would experience so much in such a short time.
"Mr.