1 a.m.

Ghost's room is still lit. Although it wasn't bright enough to attract attention, it was just enough to illuminate the stoic man's late-night desk.

He couldn't sleep again tonight. He's used to it. Maybe he should try to close his eyes or drink some sedative tea, but he found himself in no mood for that.

So, he decided to sit at his desk, processing the documents related to the upcoming mission, even though he knew he should rest.

"Just a little more…"

He mumbled, talking to himself as he continued reading a few more pages. It's strange, no matter how much he reads, he doesn't feel sleepy, even though he's showing signs of fatigue, even though his mind is as tense as a string.

….

The sound of thunder outside sounded, more and more raindrops fell before a big storm hit this place. Water splashed on the glass, blurring the vision, and the atmosphere suddenly became much more peaceful and cooler.

His eyes shifted from the document page to the window, looking aimlessly at the gloomy gray outside for a while as if he instinctively heard a noise. His mood was complicated, but there was a small peace in his dark brown pupils.

Ghost sighed, continuing to focus on work. What was he expecting?