After sending everyone upstairs, only a few of us remained in the lobby.
It was just me, Ethan, Ezra, Alex and his friend, the camp leader Donald, and Nikolai.
At that moment, as if waiting for the right time, someone slipped through the shattered window of the lobby.
It was the two men who had helped me earlier, hanging onto a ladder and throwing flowerpots.
Recognizing them, I offered my thanks.
"You were still here. No wonder I didn’t see you. Thanks for earlier."
"Huh? What?"
"For throwing those flowerpots to help us."
