Losa 11 reappeared before Jason ten minutes later.
The white suit of the eleventh in line to the Losa Family's inheritance had been completely removed, and now he wore blue jeans and a white T-shirt, with his hair returned to its usual style in a slicked-back fashion.
What also returned was his harmless demeanor.
Jason gazed at the completely nonthreatening Losa 11, his eyes filled with contemplation.
Was it truly fear branded deep into the bone that enabled such a high degree of imitation?
Humans are contradictory creatures.
Though we wish to forget some terrifying scenes, they tend to stick with us.
It's not just the scenes themselves, but even our memories and personalities can be influenced.
Is the Losa 11 before me such a person?
Losa 11, however, wasn't thinking so much. The eleventh in line to the Losa Family's inheritance walked right through the door and into Jason's room.
Billder's and Pers' expressions changed.
"I have some things to say to Jason."
"Could you give us some privacy?"
Losa 11 smiled at the two of them as he spoke.
Facing such a request, Billder and Pers, although worried about Losa 11's safety, complied.
Roslor and Galen, on the other hand, didn't worry at all.
Roslor didn't believe Jason would harm Losa 11.
He completely idolized Jason above all else.
Quickly, the four people in the corridor left the "Brutalizer Apartment," with Pers going so far as to turn off all surveillance.
Losa 11 let out a long breath.
And then, the Losa Family's eleventh in line heir slumped onto Jason's sofa.
"Scared me to death."
"I thought I was finished."
"Good thing my elder brother's reputation is so frightening, it scared Send 3 away."
Losa 11 leaned his neck against the sofa, his body relaxed in an extremely comfortable position, mumbling as if speaking to himself, yet seeming to explain to Jason.
Jason didn't respond and picked up a handheld computer to start ordering food.
In the face of Jason's silence, Losa 11 continued speaking.
"You know, I never really had any dreams."
"I'm just a good-for-nothing heir, living the high life on family resources. In a decade or so, I'll faithfully marry a woman selected by the family, father a whole bunch of kids, at least 11 to start, because I'm Losa 11, right?"
"Then, when my sons are able to stand on their own and my daughters are married, I'll start living my retirement life, which the family allows. I'll have a bit of freedom within limits, like drinking, hitting the bars, and occasionally hopping to a disco, with no one to supervise me. Live like that for a few decades, and I can die, buried in the family's cemetery."
"Of course, on the edge, since a good-for-nothing like me doesn't qualify for the central area. My future wife will share the same fate; given she married a good-for-nothing like me, she's probably the same sort. Our graves should be side by side, after all, we were spouses for so many years – that last bit of dignity is needed, even though we likely did our own things while alive. But in the end, we should be together, and surely 'love' will be inscribed on our tombstones – probably the only epitaph we could have."
"Although, it's fake."
"I don't hate that kind of life! It's what I want! Why does it have to be shattered!"
The more Losa 11 spoke, the more worked up he became.
Then, Jason heard sobbing.
As he turned his head, Jason saw Losa 11's body twitching as he wiped away tears.
Despite the tears blurring the other's eyes, Jason could still see the fear in Losa 11's eyes.
So, you've also noticed that something's wrong!
Jason thought to himself.
All of the recent events seemed too coincidental. If they said this wasn't planned, Jason wouldn't believe it for a second.
And the most suspicious, naturally, was Losa 11.
But could a man scared to the point of wetting his pants and crying really have set up something ?
Jason remained skeptical.
Meanwhile, the suspicion surrounding another individual increased.
Even more so, from a certain point of view, this person was more worthy of suspicion.
After all, from the beginning, this had all been their "layout"!
The Planner who orchestrated the death of Send 9 and triggered the entire Game Mansion Uprising!
Although their last scheme didn't succeed, who's to say they didn't have a backup plan?
At least, Jason was certain that what the Planner wanted wasn't simply the 'Game Mansion Uprising' everyone saw.
Even though it seemed serious to everyone.
The Hera Family's representative in Section F, the delegate!
There was the scent of 'food' residue about her!
The same as the initial invaders who burst into his place.
And when he appeared on the top floor of the Game Mansion, Donna was dead.
Would a person involved in a key part of the Planner's scheme really die so easily?
Or die without any value?