With every second that passed, everyone was on edge, counting each moment, fearing that the hour would end too quickly. For the first time, they wished an hour could last a bit longer, just a bit more.
Because in this hour, they all were safe. But after an hour, they didn't know who would be the first to suffer.
Almost everyone regretted coming out today.
If only they had known, they wouldn't have left their homes.
Unfortunately, there was no antidote for regret. The only thing most prevalent was destiny.
If you're doomed to face a disaster and you don't have the ability to confront it, you could only endure it. If you have the ability, then maybe the other party would be the one suffering.
So one's fate depends on oneself.
Those who are powerless believe in fate; those with power believe in themselves.
