On the bridge of the Horn airship, John, sitting on the chair, was playing with the cartridge case pendant in his hand, while looking at the smoke covered hills in the distance with boredom.
A man in a white coat stood next to him, his fanatical appearance in sharp contrast to the boredom on his face.
The man's name was Martin. He was a biologist from the colony on the west coast of the Great Desert and was said to be a shelter resident.
John doesn't like this guy very much.
Not because this guy is a blue hamster, but because this guy is uncomfortable from head to foot.
Maybe it's because of the frequent contact with corpse