"According to past records, Old Dunling's rainy season will be ending soon, but usually this nearing end is also when the rain is the heaviest, so please be safe, citizens of Old Dunling..."
A man's voice echoed from the midnight radio, filtered through machinery, perhaps disturbed by the thunderstorm, with a somewhat noisy electric static.
Lorenzo lay quietly on the bed; the Purification Mechanism didn't limit his freedom too much. They might be well aware that any restrictions would be meaningless if he didn't cooperate, and being too forceful would only provoke conflict between him and them.
Wearing a clean white hospital gown, his lethal weapons stored away, according to Arthur, tomorrow the formal research on the Pseudo Holy Grail would begin — this unknown object might be revealed clearly to everyone for the first time.
