"Have we received a response from the Leader?"
In the abandoned factory building, as the morning sunlight spilled through the windows onto the dilapidated cement floor, a muscular, brown-haired man with bandages wrapped around his chest turned to look at the bald man beside him, whose arm was also bandaged.
"No,"
the bald man shook his head, "The Leader might have gone up to the Wilderness again, you know, there's no signal up there."
With that, he paused, glancing at the others in the room, many of whom bore wounds to some extent, and said in a low voice,
"Actually, you don't have to worry too much. You've followed the Leader for so long, you know he's an enlightened man,
"And besides, the plan this time was discussed and agreed upon with the Leader's permission along with those few others, even though you're the only one who survived. But that doesn't mean it was your fault.
