Although it wasn’t really a bomb, it did change the expression on their faces. “What are you saying? What if there are survivors or hostages?” Jake, as I thought, immediately objects. “Well… We did skip a few floors before this.” I said. “But that’s different! Base told us to come here because Arvena was in trouble!” “That’s because she has her Arrow and she asked for help. Those possible ‘survivors’ that we might have missed on the previous floors do not have Arrows like us. And yet, we skip the floor because she’s in trouble.” I replied. Jake pauses. It’s because I’m right. “B-But I also told Base that there are survivors with me. That’s why I asked them to prioritize.” The injured female cadet, Arvena, said. “That… Also does not argue anything I’ve just said.” I look at her funnily. “Junior, don’t be heartless. We should rescue those we can rescue.” Patrick reprimands me. I look at him weirdly. “Well, look at us now. Can we, though?” The cadets are looking at each other an

Halfway to 20th floor, I have to stop because a terrorist suddenly shows up from the 20th floor’s doorway. It’s a big guy, probably 180-ish centimeters tall, and he’s using a spear. A low levelled spear obviously, with wood for bar and cheap looking iron which tip had already been chipped off. I thought he was going to go downstairs, but it turns out he walked upstairs. I don’t wait until he’s out though, I tip-toe upstairs and just slip myself into the doorway right before he turns on the halfway of the next floor. Contrast to the 10th floor, this floor is quite messy. Well, maybe it was because I entered through the emergency door which was closed that time. I didn’t check the other part of the floor, so I didn’t know. There are papers strewn around in the lobby, blood on the wall, and well, one would know there’s been an attack in here. I don’t remember this scene in the game specifically. I hope there’s nothing too bad going on in here. There are three doorways in the lobby. O

Knock knock. A male cadet who is tying his pale-yellow hair in ponytail turns to the door. His glasses glimmering in suspicion. “Hm? Could it be?” The team’s leader, whose hair is dark blue, was sitting on the table right across the door. His grey eyes are expressionless. “Gwen. Get up.” His voice is deep and cold. A female cadet who is lying down on the sofa gets up. Her purple locks falling down her back as her black eyes saunter sleepily to the door. “Who the hell could it be…?” The pale blonde brings his index finger to his lips, a sign to be quiet. His dark eyes glance at the blue haired guy, waiting for the signal. When the blue haired cadet nods, he goes to the door. When the door opens, a group of people is revealed. There are two swordsman cadet in front of the door, one brunette with hazel eyes and one redhead with blue eyes. The leader’s grey eyes instantly focuses on the redhead’s blue. They are staring intensely although the blue ones remain unperturbed. “Team Rufu

A bullet left its casing and flies towards the wolf in front. It hits it directly in its left eye, exploding it into a bloody mush.“Haing!” The wolf whimpers painfully. It immediately drops to the ground and paw the left side of its face, which has become wet by the blood oozing from its empty eye socket.“Bark!” The one behind it immediately replace its place in front and runs at me.But I don’t hesitate to shoot it either.I move the aim slightly and pull the trigger again. Another bullet leaves the barrel only to enter the inside of the wolf’s mouth. The wolf coughs blood and falls to the floor. It managed to disorient it for a second, but it starts running again.I shoot it again and got above its eyes this time, right in the center. It falls to the floor and slides on the floor sightly before stopping. Its mouth is wide open and blood is flowing out of its fangs. It’s dead.Right after that, the other two behind it runs alongside each other and coming straight at me.“BARK! BARK

Rean looks at me with bewilderment coloring his face.“What do you mean, Terrence? We have to follow the instructions.” Rean tries to convince me.Natalie stays quiet, but I know she’s just waiting for my explanation.I actually don’t know how to say it to them.I mean, I can’t just tell them that there are still survivors that we haven’t checked in the upper floors. They would want to know how I know that, and it would be very, very, troublesome to explain the cold and hard truth.Not to mention the absurdity of ‘the truth’. It would be impossible for them to believe me even if I talk until foam forms in my mouth.So there is only one way to make them listen to me.And that is me becoming a lunatic.“I hear someone asking for help from the upper floors.”Rean looks at me and blinks. “What?”“What?” Natalie repeated.That statement must’ve caught them off guard.“It’s true! I can hear them asking for help! I know where they’re hiding! Uhh… I think?” I scratch my cheek nervously as I l