Music To The Ear
Everyone watched Dorian walk past the group, reaching the center of the large formation of clinical beds.
If they had an aerial view, they would see that the center of the space was left open in a Pentagon's shape.
The beds were aligned perfectly, with every bed facing the Pentagonal center.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please step behind the candles." Chan-Ki's voice was low but laced with unreasonable authority.
Many didn't even know when their feet began moving.
"What does he want to do?"
Hardy, Harlem and the others frowned, already wanting to question how unreadable these people from the SN department were.
It was just that while their mouths were sharp, their legs also moved without permission.
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While moving, they couldn't help frowning.
"This is ridiculous. I called the chief."
"I was thinking the same thing. These people have shown no signs of clue finding, and are just doing their own thing."