Auditorium of Eleventh Highschool, Beiyong District, two o’clock in the morning.0

The long-closed school had been lost in the past, bleak and desolate. Under the moonlight, wilted ivies covered the rundown auditorium like capillaries under loose skin.0

The auditorium was quiet. There was no light on, and in the small room where the windows were sealed, a group of eleven sat around a stool, on which was a flashlight. They chatted, ate, and rested in the dim light.0

For three days, they never stepped out of the place.0

Herb Snail was on patrol duty, and Wild Range had set up hidden security measures around the auditorium at dawn. If anyone approached, they would be notified in time—that, however, wouldn’t be terribly effective against...0