Wellens
In the somewhat empty, silent hall, De Norne and the others passed through the illusory door floating in the center and entered the hall.
"Why is it so quiet around here?" The bloodstained youth raised his head and looked around.
The entire hall seemed to have fallen into some kind of eerie silence. There was not a single pedestrian inside; only several figures remained seated at the reception desk in the distance.
De Norne watched the scene and was slightly stunned as well.
This was the headquarters of the Anomaly Association. Although most staff should have already gotten off work by this hour, this silence was still rather strange.
The bloodstained youth turned and was about to walk toward the reception desk.
At that moment, De Norne raised a hand and stopped him.
Then De Norne stepped forward himself, passed the youth, and walked up to the reception desk.
Two young women were working as first-floor receptionists, one blonde and one brunette.
At that moment, the brunette was looking down at the computer before her, while the blonde reached for the tablet beside her.
Yet neither of them moved any further.
Their bodies were like a paused movie, every movement and even every microexpression frozen in that instant.
The blonde ultimately failed to touch the tablet. Her slender fingers hovered slightly in midair, just short of reaching it.
"What happened?" The others quickly gathered around as well, staring at the two girls behind the reception desk in shock.
"Have we not left the anomaly yet?" someone asked blankly, rubbing his eyes.
"Hey, wake up!" One person went around behind the reception desk, shouting as he gently poked one of the girls on the shoulder, trying to wake her.
But neither girl reacted at all.
"President, look outside..."
At that