Every one of them wore a hostile expression.
Their clothes marked them as either wealthy or influential.
When they saw the black carriage, their steps faltered briefly before they rushed toward it even faster.
"Amy!"
"Wollyn!"
"Serko!"
Cries rang out from the crowd, laden with anxiety.
Especially when not a sound came from inside the carriage, worry filled their hearts, making them increasingly uneasy.
That unease peaked the instant before the carriage door opened.
And as the door opened, anxiety, unease, and worry all turned into crushing grief.
The naked bodies of four girls appeared before their eyes.
Their faces bore the terror they had felt in the face of death, while the many wounds on their bodies told everyone what abuse they had suffered before dying.
"My child!"
A woman in the crowd broke into anguished sobs.
Her cry jolted the grieving crowd awake.
Anger engulfed them like a tide.
Their anger now matched the depth of their grief moments before.
Especially when someone appeared to fan the flames-
"We were too late!"
"Even though I notified everyone as quickly as I could!"
"Sean" approached from behind the crowd. When he saw the bodies inside the carriage, his eyes instantly reddened. In a choked voice, he said, "I'm sorry, everyone!"
"No, Mr. Sean, this isn't your fault!"
"You've done your duty as a teacher!"
"It's all that she-devil's fault!"
"Sean's" perfectly timed words and expressions further endeared him to those around him, who already thought well of him for tipping them off.
They began comforting the conscientious teacher.
"No, I didn't do my duty as a teacher... If I hadn't hesitated, they-my students-would never have suffered this!"
"Sean," whose voice had merely been choked before, now broke into uncontrollable sobs.
The teachers following "Sean" exchanged glances.
Each could