Max's hands were visibly shaking as he held onto the glowing screen of his phone. He wasn't quite sure what he was looking at in the photograph, but at the same time, he couldn't even comprehend why his own chest felt so suffocatingly tight right now.
In the end, Aron managed to snap out of his own analytical daze. He walked over to Max's side, looking over his shoulder to review the data, his eyes instantly locking onto the sent image.
"They... they targeted the university students," Aron murmured, his brow furrowing as he processed the parameters. "Why would Dud purposefully drag those ordinary kids back into the crossfire?"
