YuriThe light coming through the edge of the tent draws a thin line on the disc.
Yuri puts down her brass compass and traces the characters on the decipherment chart once more.
I was about to write it off as a coincidence, but my hand keeps stopping. Here, it reads just like my name.
Without touching the disc, she moves the record photos to the center of the table.
Would you like to look at the photos together first? Or should I show you around the camp?