"What do you mean by that…?"

"Sorry, but I need to go downstairs immediately," the instructor said hurriedly as he disappeared down the stairs. Uijae stared at the small framed photo again before placing it back in its spot. The resemblance between the two men really did make them look like brothers. Just then, Haeun popped her head around the corner.

"Uncle, what’s going on?"

"Nothing. Just play a bit longer. I need to talk to the instructor."

"Okay!"

The murmuring voices from downstairs were growing louder. Uijae placed the frame back on the shelf and followed after the instructor. He stopped midway down the stairs and looked out over the entrance of the building, where a group of people had gathered. They were of various ages and genders, but all wore white clothing, with some holding picket signs.

**[Awakeners cannot be trusted!]**