After I wrapped up with Red, I had to deal with something else.

[3:45 - Orca’s life is in danger.]

The ocean was raging more fiercely than before. Orca was nothing more than a piece of debris being swept away in the turmoil. In fact, it was being battered by the currents, mixed with all sorts of impurities. The black mass had no limbs left, with only the traces of tentacles that once clung to its body.

Then, an eyeball surfaced on the wet surface of the mass. The tentacles attacked me at the same time, but they were too short. They began to shrink in the middle of the stretch. I caught one of them, which was Orca’s child. Then, what looked like a single mass stretched out to distinguish a face from a body. There was a face hanging down with one eyeball in it.

Indeed, Orca did not recognize me until the end. It would not remember who I was, where we were, or how we got here. Its mind must have been focused on the place...