"Surrender, and your sentence will be lighter. The more you resist, the higher your case!" Said a toadscite officer into a mini pen-like object that increased the tone of his voice.
A couple of Advents strolled the place with their gauss rifles—early this time...I guess.
In front of the announcer stood a train on a white glass platform. A good portion of the train had been destroyed, with the rear emitting black smoke that soared to the sky.
The hostage situation had gotten more serious, and despite the fact no assailant was inside the damaged train, the atmosphere made it seem like there was.
Passengers shook in their boots as they prayed. They soon started to faint and show signs of poisoning. By logic, they should have tried to escape their certain death, but fear prevented them from doing anything.
Well, not everyone.
The spike-haired teenager had enough of the tension and walked to the exit—it was locked.
