Southern sea area, North Island, within a luxuriously decorated albeit small room, the impeccably dressed Charles was pacing back and forth.
His gaze kept returning to the digital clock on the wall, followed by a casual glance at the door, his expression of unease almost written on his face.
Just then, there came a gentle knock on the door three times.
As if he had received some signal, he immediately went to open the door, only to see a young military officer in uniform standing at the doorway.
"Come in and talk."
Without waiting for the officer to speak, he pulled him into the room, cautiously checked if anyone was following outside, and then slowly closed the door.
"How are things?"
Looking at the hopeful Mr. Charles, the officer said anxiously,
"Something happened."
Hearing this, Charles's mood plummeted in an instant, his eyebrows furrowing deeply.
Before he could ask further, the officer hurriedly spoke with rapid speed.
