C1019 Thomas

No.8's eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets. He looked like he had seen a ghost. While flipping his alloy watch, he muttered to himself.

Seeing him like this, I knew there was hope. I hastily urged him, "Elder, do you believe our identities now? This is really a misunderstanding. Are you going to let us go?"

"Is this thing really yours?" No.8 was still unwilling to believe it