🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

Linshi presses her palm to her face.
- Forgive me, only now after listening to you did I realize that I should have added a survey for collecting personal data to my test; it would be very helpful to us right now. How did I not think of this before? I am ashamed of my lack of quick-wittedness, but fortunately, I still have their photographs. As for how much time has passed, I don't remember exactly, but it feels like probably exactly a year or thereabouts. Anyway, let us look at the photographs.

Examining the photographs of other victims shows that the only unifying element was their age — all were approximately the same age as Asmidul himself, although this man looked slightly older than the others.

—Fine... I mean, not fine. Our time is running out. Although in your case, I can make a bold conclusion that the curse did not affect you after all. —having committed to memory the faces of the unfortunate souls from the photographs, the erudite puts his notebook into his breast pocket. —I met the last one at the university exit.

Sighing heavily, he continues:
—Linshi, since we have decided to build our cooperation on mutual trust, allow me to speak directly. If we truly want to "deal" with this threat, any extra hands will not go amiss. Your entry screenings would be well-suited if we were assembling a group against a criminal syndicate or something of that sort, but here we are dealing more with a natural disaster than with human nature. The people who come here must know what danger they are in, and that mass hallucinations of the same black knight cannot exist. Let the further decision on how to proceed remain theirs, but we have no moral right to hide the truth from future victims, nor to deprive ourselves of any help or information. In this situation, qualities of personality and character take a back seat. Do you agree?