Upon hearing footsteps again, Number Five's reaction was still somewhat vigilant. It might have been because Xuanming had just appeared, coupled with our discussion about "people from the future," he had some bizarre expectations for the next visitor.
Could it be Number Two, Little Bowl, showing up this time? I watched expectantly in the direction of the sound.
However, reality did not meet my expectations.
The owner of the footsteps quickly approached us; the dark figure that emerged from the gray mist was not Number Two, Little Bowl's petite frame, but a tall, thin shadow. I recognized him at a glance—it was Number One.
"New here?" Number One looked at Number Five.
Number Five was also observing the other: "Hello, I am Number Five."
Number One nodded and declared his own numerical identification: "Number One."
I did not continue to pay attention to their interaction but looked back into the depths of the mist.