Gray Rock District Central Hospital, Extraordinary Emergency Center corridor.
The bleak light coldly shone on the smooth floor.
Reflecting the congealed bloodstains.
The heavy odor of disinfectant mixed with a faint scent of blood, forming a suffocating stillness.
Liu San curled up in the corner, back against the cold wall, his entire body shrunk into a ball.
The clothes soaked through by large patches of blood had long lost their original color.
Clinging damply to his skin.
He trembled slightly, his bloodshot eyes hollowly staring at the tightly shut blood-red indicator light of the operating room.
The whole person looked like a clay sculpture drained of its soul.
In the corridor, the core members of the Dawn Organization stood scattered like silent statues.
Someone leaned against the opposite wall, fingertips unconsciously sliding on the tablet screen.
Retrieving the surveillance footage transmitted from headquarters, brows furrowed tightly.
