"Ahwaa—"
The unconscious interpreter stretched in his chair in the interview room, as if waking from a long slumber. But his body froze midway when he felt the deadpan gazes of Elinor and Mitch fixed on him.
Quickly recovering from the shock, he hurriedly apologized. "I'm sorry, this has never happened before. It seems all the overtime is finally catching up to me. I'm deeply sorry—"
"I understand. Overtime is a bitch. Especially when you're not even paid for it," Mitch said, sympathizing with the staff, causing Elinor and the interpreter to look at him suspiciously.
"Why isn't the apparatus connected to the convict?" the interpreter asked, noticing that the mind-reading device had been detached from Mitch and neatly stored back in its case.
"You don't remember what happened, do you?" Elinor asked, suspecting that Ace might have tampered with the interpreter's memory, causing him to forget the moments just before he was knocked out, making him believe he had simply dozed off.
