Seventeen minutes after three o’clock in the afternoon
On the other side of the green dorm area
Daisuke is running at full speed. Some telepaths are probably inside the dorms. They are providing support by surveying the surrounding area with their power and then communicate with those in the frontlines. On his way, Daisuke encounters some wounded students who are starting to get up though they look a little dazzled. Some of them are murmuring with others as they monitor the metaghosts that are passing by without reacting to them. As of the moment, nobody dares to approach the scattered metaghost around. Perhaps, they are still afraid that the previous explosions may again strike them.
“Hey, red-zone guy, what are you doing running around like that?!” The girl with tribal tattoos calls at him as he approaches the dorm.
“You’re… Miss Tattoo,” Daisuke fixes his eyes on the tattoos.
“It’s Robin Yilgrim,” she replies with a stern look.