The red-faced June soon arrived at Perseus that afternoon. He took a quick look around when he noticed how the wide parking lot between the two buildings was filled with people. Tents were set everywhere, and there were a lot of women crowding the place. When he got a bit closer, he realized that there were huge cardboard walls where people were pasting prayers.
Photos of the eight people—regardless of their positions in Wings—that died that morning had their own standees, and Alexander's had a lot of garlands hanging from it. For some reason, June frowned at the image. Perseus shouldn't be doing this because those people were not even their talents.
