“True,” she admitted. “Luck belittles all of your efforts.”

At his question, she sighs. It’s a deep, exhausted one. She doesn’t even take a sip of her drink.

“I’ve been here for a few months, forced to work for the government. I’ve met people I knew back in the previous world, but they don’t remember me. Their entire lives have been altered. If they are the same people from that world in the first place. So, yes. I am glad that you’re not in the government’s clutches or are constantly running for your life. Some of the things they’ve done to people, what they do to those who don’t comply—”

She visibly shudders.