Bab 307: World's Strike (2)

A shimmer of sunlight peeked through the open door. With a large screen emitting blue light, the dimly-lit building became brighter.

Motionless, Isaac was looking straight at the screen. The neck support was nonexistent, and neck pain was almost inevitable.

''Where it is…'' Sebastian was wandering around the arcade. For some reason, the shopkeepers and workers had disappeared. He could only bet where they went to.

The restaurant on the opposite side of the street was bustling. A large party was ongoing, and many were wearing uniforms. Some had a logo of World Strike on them.

Sebastian shook his head at their unprofessionalism. The building being empty also gave Sebastian more freeway to search thoroughly. He rummaged through cabinets, cupboards, and shelves until finally, he found what he was looking for.

A piece of fabric. A thin, soft, and small enough to fit inside a tight space. Sebastian went back to Isaac, carefully moving the Helmet, trying to be as careful as possible.