Yuna managed to compose herself, thanks to Yuri and me sticking close and offering mental support. It wasn’t the same as before, where she would melt down in panic.

“────.”

It felt like she was calming down at least out of respect for our efforts.

As proof, the world around us still screamed in agony. The ceiling lights darted about like dozens of wild, bulging eyes, squirming in search of prey, flicking their tongues toward the flying gnats.

I snapped my fingers to get the attention of the terrified kid beside me, who was paralyzed by the twisted scene. Seeing …