Inside the Bureau of Military Intelligence Headquarters, in a simple office, thick curtains blocked out the brilliant sunlight outside. The thin rays of light slipping through the gaps between the curtains made the room appear dim and shadowy. A Magic Web Terminal was placed beside the desk, and a faint blue light hovered above the Projection Crystal. The connected printer clicked and hummed as sheets of white paper were imprinted with ink and delivered to the tray.
The printed paper floated up as if lifted by an invisible hand, flipping in mid-air with a rustle. When the last sheet was turned over, a barely audible sigh sounded in the room: "Ah..."
A moment later, the paper folded itself in mid-air and gradually vanished into the atmosphere. Subsequently, the shadows in the dim room shifted, and after a barely perceptible breeze blew through, the Magic Web Terminal fell silent, and the room descended into dead silence.
