Min-ho sat on top of the pile of bookshelves blocking the only entrance to the northern hallway.
Beside him were Dok-su and Jang-book, who stood watching the Z-Streamers converge below.
From where he sat—flanked by Dok-su and Jang-book—Min-ho looked like a crime boss surveying his crew.
Ji-su stood aside, anxiously anticipating what would follow.
He kept a close eye on Sae-wee and Im-hee, who were still lying by an outcropping bookshelf in the room they spent the night at.
Both of them still unconscious.
Murmurs flew into the air as Z-Streamers awoke, rubbing their eyes and wobbling toward Min-ho, their demeanors like college students struggling to meet up with an exam after a night of partying—as opposed to monkeys being forced to dance for their lives to a global audience.
Seeing how nonchalant they were, Min-ho began to understand how they ended up in those cocoons in the first place.
Half of the Z-Streamers still had their dirty clothes on from yesterday.
