"Wha-What are you guys doing here? Didn't we agree that I would escort you if the plan succeeded?"
Jin-woo asked as he was helped by Ah-yong to one of the long benches in the cafeteria. There was a faint red spot on the table, but the smell of disinfectant masked what would be the smell of blood.
As Jin-woo sat down at the table, his mind relaxed upon realizing he didn't have to escort the others. But this seemed to have made the exhaustion he was holding back flare up, which made his face to visibly pale.
Ah-yong saw this and quickly asked for a medical kit. One female student who was among the students gathered around the table jumped up and rushed off before coming back with a white medical kit.
As the students from the west wing watched Ah-yong cut Jin-woo's P.E. shirt, their faces were filled with complex emotions, the more perceptible one being gratitude.
"Seo-joon found a gun so we decided to risk it and return on our own."
