The blonde-haired girl tagged along with Galenka's group, insisting that both of her friends had not listened to her—and that they even shamed her. Now that they were dead, she had nowhere else to go but to follow Galenka. Though Galenka felt a slight unease, she couldn't help noticing that the girl remained remarkably calm, even after the death of her friends.
At the food court, other survivors stood with exhausted expressions. One by one, they lined up in a row, organized by a group of armed men dressed in black robes and equipped with laser guns. Their masks were white, each painted with a smiling face—streaked with red paint to resemble blood. It was as if they wanted to prove that even a pleasant appearance, paired with a grin, could conceal something destructive and full of malice.
