Moments later
A short, abrupt knock interrupted the two's thoughts.
"An, with an adult male about one hundred and eighty centimeters tall."
Despite only being at the initial entry of the Advanced Stage, the young lady of the [Death Angel] made a precise judgment and quietly reported it to Foster immediately.
The latter nodded slightly, adjusted his posture a bit, and calmed his somewhat chaotic feelings before saying softly: "Come in."
Soon after, a senior officer with a mushroom haircut and glasses, who was a permanent fixture in the Law Enforcement Force (mooching food, drink, and accommodation), opened the door from outside and slowly walked into the office.
Judging by his seemingly half-awake look, it's likely that this poor young man was awakened while dozing off in the duty room.
