Kim Do Yun lead us to another tent. As we trailed behind Han Yihong and Leo, I could not help but to exchange anxious glances with Kim Hana and Kim Jisoo.
As we stepped into the tent, the guards who stood outside the tent, cluctching their gun and safegaurding this place lowered their heads in respect as Leo led us in. The guards
pulled back the flap, allowing us to enter.
The moment we entered, the stifling air seemed to press in, and a chill ran down my spine. The pandemonium atmosphere prevailing in the tent grew stronger and stronger.
In the center of the tent lay two stretchers, each bearing a body, both concealed beneath white cloths stained with ominous dark red patches of blood obviously. Leo approached one of the stretchers, and, without hesitation, pulled back the cloths.
