From MC's Perspective:
Night fell, and I returned to the room. After locking the door, I went to take a bath.
About 20 minutes later,
I stepped out and changed into comfortable clothes. I had been in the underground storage room most of the day. I didn't know what was happening outside.
"Did the news about Peter Doyle continue to cause a stir?" I asked myself.
Then I lay down on the bed and started to browse the news. The news feed appeared. My gaze fell on the trending articles.
Soon, I saw something that made me sit up from the bed.
"The old man referee is dead," I uttered.
A hint of seriousness flashed in my eyes. I'm sure it's not a coincidence. First, it was the crippled news of Peter Doyle. Then it's the death news of the old man referee.
He was the only one apart from me who could tell what happened to Peter Doyle.
"Sigh"
