No. Charles thought, That was a machine, he was a kind of… Then he recalled the strange scrambling noise he had heard in his head. He had been the only one who had heard it. No one else had heard it. Could it have possibly been the system, too? Then there was the sudden blindness. Charles rubbed his head, and continued to browse the internet. There were other causes relating to temporal blindness, but none of them were similar to the kind he had faced. Finally, he decided to ask the system. After all, there was nothing he could lose from asking. Charles leaned back in his seat, and closed his eyes. “System, what could be the possible reason for the sudden temporary blindness, and unidentified scrambling noise that affected me today?” He asked, and when he opened his eyes, it had brought a message in front of him with bold letters. SYSTEM UPGRADE NEEDED. Charles was baffled. Could that have been the reason for the glitches he had experienced? The system needed an upgrade? Just then, a knock sounded on his door, and he turned around. “Come in.” He said, and Vera walked in. “Why haven't you left?” He asked, as she came in, and sat on a chair close to him. “You're obviously still upset about what happened this afternoon. How could I leave?” She asked, and Charles sighed. “It's fine. You probably have a lot of work on your shoulders.” He replied, and she got to her feet. “Don't think too much about it, okay? We can just forget about the man, and you know if someone else is sent, we just have to catch that one.” She suggested, and Charles gave a little chuckle. She left his room, and Charles got up from the chair, and went to lay on the bed. Maybe a little sleep was all he needed. He'd deal with everything else once he got some sleep. However, it hadn't been up to ten minutes when Vera barged into his room once more, shaking him out of the sleep he had almost entered. “I'm so sorry, but I think we might have a way of figuring out who sent that man.” She said, sitting on the edge of his bed excitedly. Charles got up slowly, and watched her. “You didn't leave?” He asked, looking tortured. “Earlier, I called the hospital to find out what they could, about the crazy man, but they said they couldn't find anything on him. There was nothing in his pockets, nothing on him, so I decided to give up, but they called me minutes ago, saying someone came to the hospital claiming to know him.” She said, and Charles raised a brow. “Really?” Charles asked, getting excited. “Yes, he's on his way here. I sent him the address.” She said, scrolling through her phone. “In the very least, we'll have information about him. Where he's from, what work he does, the people he knows, his home, his cell phone…” “That's great news. Good job, Vera.” Charles commended, and she smiled. “Thank you.” She replied, and they both waited for the man to arrive. They went down the stairs, and sat in the living room, awaiting him. He arrived shortly, and Vera opened the door. He was a man of average height, who was balding slightly on the top of his head. His scanty black hair seemed to suggest he wasn't taking care of his hair at all. His dark eyes were round and bright, and his lips were plump, resembling a little circle. After taking in the beauty of Charles' house, he walked towards the sofa with his head bowed. “So…?” Charles began, after crossing his legs. “I'm John Berwick, and I know the man in particular.” He introduced himself in a squeaky voice. His round eyes shifted all around, making him look oddly uncomfortable. “How do you know him?” Charles asked, and John swallowed. “Uh, I'm a… a distant relative. No, we're actually not that distant. We know each other well.” “His name?” “Hm… Jo….hnny.” Charles threw a look at Vera, who swallowed, and looked away. The man was acting suspicious. “You're John, and he's Johnny?” Charles asked. “Well, something like that, but they're extremely diverse.” “How diverse?” Charles asked. “I thought you wanted to know about Johnny?” John asked. “So, where does he live? How can we get to know his acquaintances…” “That's easy. If you'd just give me the money. I'll get some fuel and drive to our hometown, myself. Johnny never had his phone on him, and he had a suspicious boss, too.” “For a cousin, you look rather calm after hearing news of his death.” Charles pointed out. “We weren't that close.” “I thought you said you knew each other well?” Charles asked, and John's round eyes shifted. Charles knew something was definitely fishy about John, so using a few points he had gained from the system due to successful tasks, he decided to pick out a skill that could help him decide whether to believe John. He asked the system silently, and it brought a number of skills he could pick out. Charles scrolled through them while Vera questioned John more. — Fighting skill—Smart brain skill. — Gambling skill — Lie detector skill — Marketing skills He picked the lie detector skill, which was exactly what he needed, and he began to pick out the lies in John's speech. “I meant that we lived close, not that we talked or something. You only need to drop the money, and I'll find out about Johnny's boss.” Those were all lies. John didn't know Johnny—if his name was even johnny. “How did you know we were looking for Johnny?” Charles asked. “I overheard the nurse talking to your secretary. She said she didn't have any information on Johnny, and I did, so…” It was a lie. He didn't have single information on Johnny. He was just a desperate con man, who had decided to take advantage of the situation. “Kick him out, Vera. He thinks we're fools.” He snapped, and left the living room. However, when he got to his room, the system popped up with another notification. PERMANENT OPTIC DAMAGE WILL OCCUR IF THE SYSTEM ISN'T UPGRADED IN THREE DAYS. What? Was the system telling him he would go blind?