The flesh and bones were blasted off in an instant, with a sound so loud that Azuma's ears rang and he could hear nothing else for a long time.
He was covered in a gory mess, a hot and dirty mess all over him.
A moment later, the fire sprinklers were triggered and the water poured as soft rain, washing the blood off Azuma.
But it couldn't wash away the suffocating scent of burned human flesh.
He remained there unmoving for five seconds, unable to comprehend what the hell just happened. Why would they kill their own men?
Or were they also captives? Bound by certain rules in order to avoid death.
The screens in front of him changed all of sudden.
They split up to show hundreds of live cams, all of them focused on individuals being alone in their rooms. Most of those people were already dead, some crying, some injured, some petrified.
Azuma could only imagine what they have to do.
