Shocked, the three humans were also somewhat astonished to see White Mist.
A man in his late eighties, White Mist didn't seem to pay them any particular attention, lost as he was in the intelligence reports... His true focus was on the filing room.
They regarded the Zoning Clock as a shelter from wind and rain, even holding a deep sense of gratitude for it; these evils didn't intrude. Still, their residential area was extremely shabby compared to the spacious work zones on the lower floors.
The third layer was divided into the filing area and a residential district for the fallen.
This was where the people of the Fifth Level's dining hall services lived, in this Dining Hall of Illusions.
The third layer's Food Fortification Sector.
He guessed that these pieces could perhaps come from the Second Level or the Third Level where one could find such things; after all, it was these limbs and severed bodies on the Fourth Level that White Mist paid attention to.