Dexter glanced at the unconscious man on the floor. "What's up with him?"
"His palm is injured. The men outside wanted to kill him, so I saved him. But he didn't let me open the door, so I knocked him out," I said resignedly.
Dexter grabbed my wrist and said solemnly, "Remember to never trust anyone on this ship. Even if you hear my voice outside the door, don't open it unless you're absolutely sure."
He looked very serious. The situation outside must've been dire.
"From now onward, remember our code." He shot me a knowing look.
I nodded. "What's... the situation outside right now?"
"Some lunatic gathered a bunch of people. They started killing people once the sun set. While doing so, they're searching for the president of Crowdstar Group among those with injured palms."
The killing game had already begun.
"I want to go home, I want to go home," the girl cried repeatedly.
I knelt down and looked at her. "What's your name?"
