“What do you want, Mr. Smart-head?” Chatelaine Dunestead finally lost her reins after the sudden blackout that was occurred within the conference hall. The reporters out on the tribune above their circular-shaped table went wild over the unexpected loss of power inside the room. They roam around the corridor for making some ways to input every ounce of speech and taken note on each spoken matter afterwards. Yet, someone was lurking down under. ~snap~ Each member of the journalist gone unconscious after being knocked out from the back. They went down one after another in every blind-spot that their assailant could manage,” What is going on here?” an afraid newscaster shrunk within the clutch of his wrapping arms whilst curling himself in crouching position. On the other end of the tr

