"Dad."
"Dad, are you here? Where are you?" Minho called, finding his way through the stream of people running everywhere bumping against each other and screaming.
"Minho."
"Dad," Minho called again, whipping his focus toward the direction of the sound. The mess of people made it difficult for him to pinpoint where exactly the voice was coming from.
He looked around, and a few dead bodies were already on the ground, some on the couches. The more time it took to find his dad meant his dad was more exposed. He had no weapon and no means to protect himself. Minho had to find him. Fast.
Random people ran past him, among them still no sign of him. Minho finally decided to go through the crowd, keeping the hope that he'd still be around if he wasn't already hauled elsewhere by the rogues. Hopefully, the commotion would buy him enough time to get to his dad.
