"Jake?" Mister Nocty's brows drew together as he stared at the man, once young and quiet, standing several steps from them.
Although there were visible wrinkles and scars on Jake's faint smile, his eyes still carried that same look Mister Nocty remembered. His long hair, tied in a clean, low ponytail, and a black coat in the middle of the day screamed one thing:
Zone Zero.
"What…" Confusion filled Mister Nocty's mind until the entrance of the Old Building flew open.
BAM!
Mister Nocty, Jake, and even Mikel, who was still lying on the ground, looked at the old building's entrance.
Walking out was Butler Basil. In his arms was an unconscious Blitz. Behind him were the students who had been trapped inside, their faces dirty and pale, with untold horror stories in their eyes.
"You came," Butler Basil looked at Jake, then noticed more people—faculty members—rushing in their direction. "Before counting the casualties, the students are hurt."
