Someone From The Past

“All people in the residential area come here!” came a middle-aged woman’s loud voice after the drumming’s echo died down.

Chang bent over the window, looking down. He vaguely saw the situation—countless shadows were converging, rallied by the woman.

“What is happening, Chang?” Jing also leaned beside Chang and looked at the situation. However, she couldn’t see anything except for the red fog that was clouding her vision.

“It must be a gathering or something. We’ve seen autonomic groups spreading around the city, so I guess they’re giving a speech over there.” Chang opened the window widely and carefully listened to the hubbub.

As expected, a voice of a man spoke up when the woman was done gathering the inhabitants in this area.