"I'm not joking, Anya," Qingran interrupted, her voice firm. "There's no time for doubts. Things are moving too fast. You've seen the strange things happening around you. People getting sick, the government covering it up. It's all connected. This is real. We're running out of time."
Her words seemed to hang in the air between them, heavy and unyielding.
"Listen, you have to trust me. I'm giving you a plan, and you have to follow it. The warehouse in Sangnam is secure. I've made sure of it. There's enough supplies for everyone, and I'll get there, too—before the end of the month. But I need you to take the kids, get to the warehouse, and lock yourselves in. If anything goes wrong, stay there. It's the safest place I can offer right now."
Anya was silent for a moment, the weight of Qingran's words settling in. Qingran could almost hear the wheels turning in her head, the hesitation, the doubt—and then, finally, acceptance.
