Hell could apparently be experienced in paradise.
It was so close, yet so far—that kind of thing.
And it wasn't just them, for even the actual members could only gawk at this difference in treatment.
If anything, just going into the shack had been a case of willpower, and he'd never seen his badge as more useful than it is today.
Technically, they really were here for an inspection, for short of selling drugs or an underground fighting ring, what kind of legitimate thing could bring about another gathering of these people?
And the last time the same crowd gathered, the Capital looked like a mess.
So, they had to make sure to know just how to explain this.
Especially when the students had gotten wind of this phenomenon.
They were just spectators, but when several students started seeing relatives, parents, and their own goddamned pets, people started realizing that something was wrong.
And the news spread like wildfire.
