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XV: Mr. President Is Back In His Apartment!

Ulysses starts to recognize their surroundings.

"This way is going to my apartment."

There's no way he's mistaken. This route they're taking in... just a few blocks away from where they are, erected an almost in dilapidated state two-story building of Ulysses' apartment.

Dylan slowly bends his neck, trying to meet Ulysses' gaze with his. "Could it be... your unseen friend wants you to go home early?"

"Nonsense." Ulysses replies with a cold tone.

The truth is, Ulysses also thought that his friend with no face is the one who's been playing this melody since the music to draw him but why?

He'd be lying if he says this doesn't give him goosebumps. Of course, he finds this eerie but it's just there's a part of him that wants to go nearer.

Noticing that he can't hear the other's footsteps anymore, Ulysses looks back only to see Dylan just standing behind him like a statue while staring at him.

Ulysses knits his eyebrows as he asks, "Are you not coming?"

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