In a corner of East Borough.
A drunken Zeon faced the wall, pulled off his pants, and began watering the moss in comfort.
When he was done, someone suddenly patted his shoulder.
Zeon couldn't help but shiver a few times. He picked up his pants and half turned to see a short boy in a canvas jacket and cap.
The "boy" raised his head, revealing a mild and delicate face despite looking dirty.
"Xio? Why are you dressed like that?" Zeon blurted out in surprise.
Xio put her index finger to her lips to indicate the need for silence.
Then, she suppressed her voice and said, "I'll ask and you answer. Keep your voice down."
Astonished by her awe-inspiring presence, Zeon could only nod.
"Which of the guys, that Williams knew, have died within the past two days?" Xio asked in a low voice.
