"... we met the people in shelter 404."
In the middle of a pure white room, Horne's face was full of piety.
"Oh?"
As if floating from the nether world, a gentle voice sounded in his ears.
"What kind of people are they?"
Horne replied respectfully.
"It's a group of... very special people. My experience can't help me make a more specific judgment. They invited me, and I want to send some people to visit them."
"This is a good idea. You need to keep communicating with other survivors. Have you decided on the candidate?"