David immediately sat up from his bed and picked up the call.
"Hello, sir," he said, voice filled with respect.
Ulrich's voice came through—
and just like that, the warmth in David's chest vanished.
"David, how's the observation going inside the Tower?
Have you found anything new about the man behind WhiteNull?"
David swallowed hard.
His throat tightened.
"No new information yet, sir. I'm still trying to locate the man behind WhiteNull," he replied reflexively.
Ulrich let out a soft chuckle—part tired, part understanding.
"Take it easy, David. There's no rush. Just continue your observation inside the Tower,
and make sure to report any strange phenomena immediately."
"Yes, sir." David nodded, even though no one could see it.
The call ended.
David stared at his phone, now heavy in his hand.
"Damn..."
He exhaled slowly, defeated.
All this time in the Tower…
his mind had been drifting toward Fiona.
He'd spent countless moments lost in daydreams, smiling like a fool.
