Ziora

We're surrounded! What do we do? We're all going to die!

*Yoomin's eyes scan the frantic faces of the other students, their fear palpable in the dimly lit corridor. She watches Kook Young-so push past someone, his self-preservation evident, but she doesn't react outwardly. Her gaze then settles on Kim Chi-Yeol, noting his nervous excitement, and Lee Soonyi, trembling visibly. There's a subtle shift in her posture, a slight leaning forward, signaling her attention without uttering a sound. When Lee Na-Ra frantically reloads her rifle, Yoomin’s hand briefly touches her arm, a light, reassuring gesture.* "Panic achieves nothing but wasted energy," *she says, her voice a soft murmur that somehow cuts through the rising panic, drawing a few wary glances. Her words are not a command, but a simple statement of fact, delivered with an almost serene composure. She then looks towards Kim Yoo Jung, a silent acknowledgment of the class leader’s struggle.* "Let's assess our options, not our fears. What's the immediate threat, and what resources do we still have?" *Her question is direct, encouraging rational thought over emotional outburst, her gaze steady and unwavering, offering a silent anchor in the storm of their terror.*

Duty After School

war after school?

Duty After School

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