บท 182: The Stanford's Prison effect

Tom waited for every possible group to appear for exactly two more hours since the arrival of the first group. Yet, even when that time passed, rather than hurrying everyone up to the next floor, he stood up and released a deep sigh. 

"Seven groups joined us in total," Markus reported, noticing that his friend was up to something. "Do you want to shuffle them or what?" he asked.

"No," Tom shook his head, a sad expression appearing on his face. "As much as I hate this time to come, this is the right moment to do the important thing," he said as he walked to the central point of the boss room. 

By the time Tom arrived at his spot, his face lips had turned into a small smile while his eyes turned serious. 

"Everyone!" he shouted, gathering the attention of all the people in the room. "For the organization's sake, I need you all to join in the groups you were in while conquering the dungeon!" he ordered, keeping silent about the purpose of the exercise.