"Hm, I allowed you to come here, and now you're always here."
Sorn, who had been sitting with his arms wrapped around his legs, immediately turned around to see the man who had just greeted him. Ralf sat down right beside him, but Sorn's gaze drifted back to the fish pond, where numerous freshwater fish swam beneath the surface.
"Are you bored?" Ralf asked. Sorn's expression didn't indicate boredom—it was his usual blank look, as if that was simply his default. Still, it didn't hurt to ask.
"A little," Sorn replied, dipping his hand briefly into the water before pulling it out again. "I'm curious."
"Hm?"
"How did you manage to build this place? It seems like it was prepared long in advance… the construction, the design, built on land that won't erode easily… in an area unlikely to be suspected as a hideout. How was all of this set up so quickly if we consider the timeline of the zombie outbreak?"
"Ah… that."