The glow of the setting sun was gradually swallowed by the horizon, and crimson moonlight was about to spill over Backlund's streets.
In this neighborhood, where public safety left much to be desired, there were few pedestrians at night. Only workers hurrying home from the factories or heading to their night shifts passed by.
As darkness fell, the temperature on the streets gradually dropped, making Klein and Leonard tighten their thick trench coats around themselves after reporting the results of their commission to their client.
"Hmm, why do I feel there's something wrong with this commission..." Klein said thoughtfully, wrapped in his thick coat.
Hearing this, Leonard looked curiously at his friend beside him. "What's wrong?"
"I just feel there's more to this than meets the eye. The commission wasn't difficult and didn't involve any Beyonder incidents, but it was a little too convoluted. Almost as if... someone deliberately wanted to keep us here." Klein shook his head. "And... Captain Dunn asked me to deliver a letter earlier."
"What letter?" Leonard pressed, looking warily around.
I can't tell you that. I don't even know whether that special something you have can keep you beyond that thing's arrangements... Misgivings rose in Klein's mind. Even in his thoughts, he avoided silently reciting the name "0-08." "I can't tell you just yet."
Leonard pursed his lips and deliberately adopted an exaggerated tone. "All right, you still don't trust me..."
"Why wouldn't I trust you?" Mr. Leonard, please don't act like that. We're only colleagues... Seeing through Leonard's deliberate theatrics, Klein sighed inwardly, then broke into a grin. "We're the two 'protagonists' who met amid the surging tides of destiny!"
Leonard's behavior reminded Klein of the friends he had traded barbs with before transmigrating, and he instinctively teased Leonard in the same way. Sure