Talking Machine (9)

Climbing up the building’s exterior from outside all the way to the 11th floor had absolutely not been a wise choice.

My hands and feet were trembling from the adrenaline.

It had been an improvised plan meant to save time, but although I said the 11th floor, the distance was nearly 30 to 40 meters in height alone.

From now on, I’d better make frequent use of elevators.

I made a solemn vow to myself.

Anyway.

“You were talking up a storm earlier, but now you’ve clammed up.”

The man who had wished me good luck had a surprisingly ordinary appearance.

Of course, it wasn’t as though villains walked around with ‘bad guy’ written on their faces, so it wasn’t particularly strange.

It only made me angry...