Shh... shh... shh…0

An eerie sound echoed in the surroundings as Charles stepped on the uneven ground with his boots.0

A large ground of mice circled the group of humans, their whiskers twitching as they kept a vigilant eye on the pitch-black surroundings.0

Charles and his group had disembarked on the meteorite island. Fully prepared, they were extremely vigilant as they headed to the "table" under the scouting mice's lead.0

Click!0

Charles opened his slightly chipped golden pocket watch to check the time before slipping it back into his coat.0

Exactly two months had passed and today was the day of the meeting he had arranged with T. If the Foundation had agreed to T's proposal, their representatives should already be on this island.0

The island was on the smaller side, and...0