"We have to go."
Dokja said without hesitation.
"G-Go? Are you insane?"
"Dokja-ssi, I don't think..."
This time, Yoo Sangah joined the two in it.
'It seemed everyone still hadn't woken up.'
"Then how long will we stay here?"
In fact, his argument didn't make much sense.
Outside was a heaven of monsters, fully invested and unsafe. But–at the same time– Dokja knew. Right now, they have to get out of here.
"T-The line has been dead for some time. No Kakaotalk..."
Yoo Sangah cried out desperately.
'Indeed, Confucianism was still strong in South Korea. Even Lee Hyunsung and Han Myungoh's expressions darkened at the word ‘parents.’'
Kim Dokja's hand went and grasped Lee Gilyoung's shoulder, whose head was bowed down. The first person to get up was Yoo Sangah, the woman who shines even in this urgent time.
"Go. I will go out."
"N-No! Didn't you hear what that thing said? Take a break here! If we move, then our heads might explode!"
"Let's take a majority vote."
Yoo Sangah raised her hand first, followed by Kim Dokja and Lee Gilyoung. But it was up to there. Unlike how Dokja expected Clopeh or Namwoon to stick their hands up, they seemed to be busy with themselves.
He can see Clopeh's back and the twisting and disfigured expression that keeps changing on Namwoon's face every few moments.
Not that he will bother them with voting matters. The longer they are distracted by whatever and don't care about them, the better.
"...I have to go to my base, but it seems dangerous to move in this situation. There was also a warning."
"Shit, you all go by yourselves! I'm not going! I'm not going outside!"
'I didn't care about Han Myungoh, but the problem was Lee Hyunsung.' He had to take Lee Hyunsung with him no matter what…
Kuuong!
The thick iron plate made a loud sound. The iron door to carriage 3707 was slightly distorted. It looks like the iron is bending. There's a mark of abuse appearing as the sound hits.
"W-What?"
Han Myungoh's cry was ignored as the iron door made a deafening sound again. It was making most of them anxious.
Kuuong!
Someone was trying to break the door from beyond it. This was an unexpected situation, making Dokja forced to think fast.
'Was it the next scenario? No. The dokkaebi hadn't come back yet. Then… that guy? Is it the same?'
His head moved quickly, eyes a bit nostalgic. Small hairs stood up, and a short shiver struck Kim Dokja along with the realization. That guy, is it him or not?
"W-What? Everybody stop it!"
Han Myungoh shouted and moved towards the door. Lee Hyunsung moved towards it as well, but Dokja went and stopped him.
"You can't stop it."
"Huh?"
Hyunsung is looking confused and anxious at him.
"..."
Kim Dokja looked at the iron door with heavy eyes. He can't take chances right now..
Hyunsung's body was reeking of uncertainty, but Dokja doesn't have time to be concerned about that for now.
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