“Aren’t they eating?” “I’m hungry. We need to eat chicken.” It had already been over an hour and a half since Park Moondae and Seon Ahyeon locked themselves in the room. Bae Sejin, who had given up his desk to Kim Raebin—who was playing the keyboard—and was sitting on the bed, thought anxiously. ‘No sign of them… Are they drinking...
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