Who Wants to be a Phantom?

Crackle.

The door opened, stepping into a room that was usually perfectly clean, cleaned as if for a visit from a king, but... This time was different.

Dust or dirt was not what the eye fell upon, there was so much of it that it had become normal. Scattered shoes, clothes, and containers of food, especially instant noodles, were lying everywhere.

Anyone who came here would have thought that this was the home of a dirtbag or someone who hadn't wanted to get out of their house in years.

However... this is where one of the people closest to Adam lived.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Silvana was typing rapidly on the keyboard trying to find something. It was obvious at a glance that she was looking for some information about the prison, the courts, and the police. Though, Adam had left her not to worry, but she wasn't going to listen to him.