Deep Woods

"How about Monet and the others calling back? Why don't you look at your brain at this time? It's not enough to blame anyone.

"And why do we have to deal with these people? We have achieved our goal anyway."

"Now just take people back to see BOSS."

A young man was talking. He was gnawing at an apple, brushing a tremble, and very wanton.

The quiet room is full of tremolo music, and the young people don't feel that they are affecting each other's work at all.

On the desk, a man with a mature smell hangs up and looks at the young people with a trace...