"Bang."
The gunshot echoed, making everything seem illusory.
At the same time, they heard a few crisp screams from the neighboring company in the same building.
Scar Dog cast a sideways glance at the company next door, a media corporation. It had a poster hanging at its entrance.
Seven women - they seemed to be a girl group.
It looked like they had debuted not long ago.
The poster even marked a promotional highlight, each woman was born on the same day, month, and year.
"The gimmicks for girl groups these days are getting wilder and wilder."
Having given the poster a passing glance, he paid it no further attention. He held a cigarette in his mouth and an automatic rifle in his arms. With one foot, he kicked open the cracked and nearly shattered tempered glass in front of him. Then, he pointed the gun at the people inside the company who had just been roused from their sleep, not hesitating in the slightest.
Pulling the trigger.
