Mr. Red and the others walked up the stairs, looking around with discomfort. A large number of survivors watched them from the cracks in the doors, their eyes reflecting numbness, fear, and a hint of expectation and even greed.
"Are these the survivors of the tower? Why do most of them seem so weak? Their eyes are so strange; I feel a chill down my back," Achoo whispered, a tremor of fear in his voice. "Some are afraid, but they also seem to expect something from us?"
A man with a messy beard led Mr. Red and the others inside. He glanced back at the people and said in a casual tone, "Because... you are outsiders."
Several people were slightly stunned and exchanged surprised looks.
