An albino grave keeper started digging up a tombstone at the Red Church in the middle of the night to maintain peace and quiet, tasked to bury the participants that arrived at the "old house" after their eliminations for experimental purposes. As the tip of his shovel reaches onto the ground, he heard the exit gate opening behind him and turns his head to notice another "slab" walking into a restricted wing.

“…!"

His heart beats nervously as his blonde hair completely covers his right-sided face, tilting his head to observe their behavior based on the drugs administered by the designers.

Despite trying to pull a poker face, he was concealing pitiful thoughts overlapping with whispers: "Poor saint, doesn't need to know about the experiment or presume that I'm part of staff... At least not yet." He added, his mind weighed in options. "May the lord have mercy on them. Should I engage in such chatter?"