I start the next peaceful morning with a cup of fragrant, highly concentrated black coffee. It is an omnipresent drink, in one form or another wherever you step foot, and in particular, the Egyptians love their black coffee strong and imbued with a variety of sweet spices. I have to oversee the mine construction in the Sahara desert for Anderu Corporation until its completion, and day by day, it becomes more of a hassle. The construction team has started to learn to work without my supervision. Besides me, Maric is so bored that she begins to scribble differential equations on a piece of paper and sketch the solar system with annotations all over the drawing. Her time-killing activities are as weird as how the CEA converts her from a social science major to a full-fledged architect. After chugging the cup of coffee, I exit the control room to wash my cup, when I encounter Mirai and Albert carefully listening to a recorder.- Why is Albert here? No, why do you bring him

I am forced to wake up at three in the morning again. In the journey against the Intruders, things happen unexpectedly, but whenever things happen unexpectedly, it must be exactly at three in the morning. This time, it is even more hurried. Mirai has already geared up and stood beside a weird-looking car, and she shoves me into the car even before I change my clothes. No, she barges into my room and pulls the asleep me out of my bed. When I am awake enough to realise the situation, she has driven us so far that I cannot recognise the location. Speaking of driving, it is rare for Mirai to take the initiative and grab the steering wheel. Normally, she will ask me to control whatever vehicle while she does the navigation and information gathering. That is a starless night in Cairo. The sky is black, and the only source of illumination is half-covered by the clouds. Most human activities have subsided and given way to the eerie silence. And there are less and less buildings along

It does not take long after Pierre's confirmed death for other things to unfold. At the headquarters in Cairo, the Weber brothers guard a soundproof room in the basement. Inside the room, Marie is mourning over her husband's body inside Mirai's makeshift coffin. They decide to leave Marie alone, but cannot let her do anything out of control. Mirai has handed Pierre's notebook over to her. At the same time, on the first floor, we talk to Albert. Since time immemorial, talking to him has become one of our routines. From a pragmatic perspective, he is a rich source of information, working both under the Intruders and the CEA.- So, how's your situation with Maric?- Why does everyone care so much about Maric and me?- Come on, do we look like we will judge you for this?- Fine, but you two owe me a favour. Of course, I am angry at the CEA for taking her from me and the Intruders for adding salt to the wound, and it is not like signing another marriag