And now... could Daniel Harris be under this "little rooftop"?
Mabel Quinn walked forward step by step, finally seeing a figure curled up underneath the small rooftop. It was the middle of winter, yet he was only wearing a thin sweater, suitable for an air-conditioned room, not enough to fend off the cold outside.
That was... Daniel Harris... but he overlapped with the memory of Isaac Zimmerman from the past.
Mabel took a deep breath, stepped forward, and said, "Why did you suddenly come here alone? Don't you know how many people would worry about you?"
The curled-up figure moved slightly. He raised his head, his eyes startling her, filled with a lifelessness as if nothing mattered to him anymore.
"Do you know what this place is?" he asked, ignoring her question.
She was taken aback, then said, "I know."
