An airport in London.
"Let me in! You bastards! I'm the president of XX Group! I pay millions of euros in taxes every year. You have a duty to protect us!"
"Drag those big shots out here! Are their lives worth something while ours are worthless?"
"Please, I have a child with me..."
Thousands of people who had received the news through various channels and were convinced the end was coming crowded forward, trying to enter the airport. The guards looked just as panicked, and order at the perimeter was gradually breaking down. Some even began turning and running into the airport themselves.
Just then, another plane roared into the air, triggering an uproar.
As though they had just watched their chances of survival shrink again, the increasingly desperate crowd and the anxious guards finally opened a gap in the line. Like a flood bursting through a dam, people surged into the airport.
The people pouring into the airport rushed toward every plane they could see, shoving and pulling at one another as they fought to get aboard. Fistfights broke out here and there, and the airport descended into chaos...
At that moment, class and status ceased to exist. Wealth and fame seemed laughable beside the value of a life. The powerful figures who had been hiding in panic aboard their planes were dragged out, bruised and battered, struggling and begging.
Almost every plane was grounded by the fighting and scrambling. Once order vanished, the efficiency of the evacuation plummeted, yet no one seemed to realize it. They kept fighting over that ever-dwindling sliver of hope...
What they did not know was that every surveillance system in the airport was now working at full capacity to capture these scenes.
"Whirr!" A camera in a corner swiveled toward a tall,