"Do you need a gun? We have plenty of supplies," a tall man asked So-Rin.
"Yes?" So-Rin looked at the large bag containing various kinds of weapons. "I think I'll take that pistol and sling," she said with a grin on her face.
The man immediately handed So-Rin the weapon she wanted, along with a backpack containing nutrients, a raincoat, and black masks to hide their faces.
"Thanks, man," So-Rin said while checking the bullets in her gun.
"Wow, that's a good gun," So-Rin commented, examining the weapon carefully.
"That's a good choice, So-Rin," Noa complimented.
Surprisingly, So-Rin's smile disappeared, and she didn't bother responding to Noa. She quickly ran through the rain toward the waiting car by the side of the road. So-Rin entered the car and sat in the middle seat.
"So-Rin!" Noa called out to her, scratching his head. "What happened to her? Why is she suddenly acting weird?"