[Yesterday, at around 9:45 P.M. Hollberg, a group of unidentified individuals attacked multiple students from the lock killing 389 and crippling 107...]
Sitting on a comfy chair inside of a private hospital, I looked at the large TV screen on the wall.
Currently, a male news anchor was reporting the happenings of the Hollber accident. Next to him, a pretty female anchor added a few comments here and there.
[…According to the investigation, no valuable information was gathered regarding the aggressors as they all killed themselves or died from unknown causes. According to reports, thanks to the support of Hero rank 156 Donna Longbern and S ranked hero Connor Novak the number of casualties didn't reach the four-digit figures...]
[This type of massacre on students had never happened before in the history of the lock nor humanity. What happened yesterday will forever be remembered as 'The massacre of Hollberg' and we can only extend our support and prayers towards the victims of this accident]
Stacking the papers on the table, looking towards the camera, the news anchor's voice deepened
[Now this gives rise to a new question. Is the lock really that safe of a place? Is the lock really the safe haven advertised by the central government and the union? Who should be held accountable for the death of those 389 people? I'm not sure about you, but...]
-Clack!
-Bam!
As I was listening, suddenly the TV shut off. Following which the sound of something hard smashing against the cold hard floor echoed across the hospital.
Turning my line of sight towards where the sound came from, angrily standing up, a professor glared at what remained of the controller.
Looking back at the TV, he shouted
"What sort of nonsense are you talking about!? Do they expect us to protect all of the students when we too were fighting for our lives? Do they not understand what we went through that night!! Haa? Tell me!"
"Professor Rim please calm down."
"Professor Rim!"
Noticing the outburst, a couple of students and professors immediately headed towards the professor trying their best to calm him down.
Despite their struggle, the professor didn't calm down. It was only after more professors and students came that he finally stopped going on a rampage and calmed down.
Tensions were at an all-time high.
Not just the students, but the professors were heavily affected by the incident. Despite the fact that the professors had gone through a lot of similar situations, that didn't mean they too didn't feel terrible for what had happened.
Be it, students or professors.
They all thought one thing.
...What if I was stronger?
Could an extra life had been saved?
Looking at the commotion, I shook my head.
There were no what-ifs in the world. What had happened had already happened. You either looked ahead or remained stuck in the past.
Glancing at the students that sat next to me, their eyes were hollow. It was evident that they were traumatized by the incident.
I sort of understood what they were going through.
Having lost my parents at the peak of my dependence, I knew the feeling of losing loved ones.
Some lost their best friends, some lost their romantic partners, or some even lost their siblings.
Turning around, my eyes soon paused on a black-hair red-eyed youth.
'ah...seriously?'
Chapter end
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