"Why did you call us here?"
Inside the dimly lit building with the clear signs of being empty, three students gathered, their faces filled with different emotions.
The one leaning on the wall was a tall boy playing with the dagger in his hand. The other two were the newcomer girls who had just entered the room. One of them had a clear, annoyed expression, and the other had a smirk.
"You know, we need to lay low for a while, right?"
The girl, with an annoyed expression, said, looking at the boy.
"Of course I do. Do you think I would call you here without any reason, Pieck?" The boy answered as he stood up. "The target is not dead."
Pieck's annoyance turned into surprise, her eyes widening as she processed the boy's words. "What do you mean he's not dead? We executed the plan perfectly! There's no way he could have survived."
The boy, still playing with the dagger, nodded his head. "I know we have done everything right."