Time rewound a few minutes.
After resting several times on the stairs and climbing so many flights, Cynthia finally reached the playback room.
The climb had thoroughly worn her out.
Fortunately, thanks to the stamina she had built up over years of traveling, she gritted her teeth and made it through.
Although she had worked up a sweat, at least... she had not fared as badly as Ash.
Before she could even catch her breath, she hurriedly looked around.
Unfortunately, everything here was normal, and since this was her first visit, she could not tell anything anyway.
Fortunately, this was not her destination. After stepping onto the platform outside, she looked up for a moment, picked out her handholds and footholds, then climbed nimbly onto the playback room's roof.
She had to admit that the view here was exceptional, with all of Alamos Town spread out before her.
The air currents and lack of railings did raise concerns about safety, but Cynthia was both bold and careful. Such a minor difficulty meant nothing to her.
Yet, just like down below, everything here was clean, without so much as a trace left behind.
That left her feeling a little discouraged.
After all, having come all this way only to find nothing-not even a glimpse of that man-was rather hard to accept.
Damn it...
Where on earth did he go?
Could he have already left?
Noticing that she seemed to be growing irritable, Cynthia took a deep breath to calm herself.
All right, not finding that masked man was within my expectations.
After all, a day had already passed. Finding no traces was perfectly normal, and she had not held out much hope to begin with.
She had only come to look because she had no leads and no other choice.
*Still,