In the meeting room, the situation was dire for the groups who had attended. They had come to expand their influence by affiliating with the 'White Tigers,' but now facing a life-threatening situation.
What was meant to be a strategic alliance, a carefully planned negotiation to strengthen their power, had turned into a chaotic scramble for survival.
The room, once filled with the murmurs of calculated business discussions and the clinking of glasses, was now overrun with the sounds of panic and despair.
Realizing that the snipers were targeting them through the CCTV cameras, they crawled towards the blind spots of that cameras to avoid detection.
Blood was everywhere, with some people crawling to safety and others hiding under the bodies of the dead. The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood, mixed with the acrid smell of gunpowder.
