Who Do You Think You Are?
"Hello," Alec greeted them calmly, as if they didn't see the dark look on his face just now.
There were people of varying ages here, and both genders as well.
It seemed that everyone here had strength that was just barely above the average civilian. most of them appeared rather ordinary, and it was likely that if you passed them on the street, you wouldn't remember what they looked like.
Alec tilted his head a little, confused. Was he here in the same place as them because they were supposedly at the same strength level?
Alec had to wonder about the supposed organization of this place. Or rather, the lack of it.
If these people were going to be sold as slaves, why were they organizing using strength as a gauge? Or was there something else at play here?