The President was utterly bewildered.
He was the President! The brains of this entire group!
Yet now, he was merely another prisoner, receiving no special treatment whatsoever.
Of course, the President did not want any special treatment either. After all, special treatment for prisoners... he could do without that.
More than his own treatment, the President wanted to know who had rounded up everyone in the White House in one fell swoop.
It had not yet occurred to him that these people were aliens. All he could think was that their outfits were fucking ridiculous.
Couldn't they dress normally? Were they cosplaying?
But he could only keep these thoughts to himself, because the captain of his presidential guard had just shown a little backbone, and then... two of those ridiculous cosplayers had carried him out.
The bruises on the man being carried out had proven that these people were no kindly souls. Even the President could only cower.
He continued speculating about their identities.
The President was more inclined to believe they were a band of lunatics acting on orders from some famously belligerent nation, but he still wondered how they had pulled it off.
Rounding up everyone in the White House in one fell swoop—the mere thought was enough to make anyone tremble.
He felt as though his brain was about to go haywire, yet he still could not arrive at a definite answer.
He surveyed his surroundings. The unfamiliar, completely enclosed space offered him no clues.
Nearly a thousand people had been herded like ducks into a spacious room. Even with so many people inside, it did not feel crowded at all.
They stared blankly around them, their eyes filled with fear and helplessness...
Not far away, seven or eight aliens sat or stood before a display resembling