Thomas Estaris walked through the halls of Shore Residences, his expression neutral as he headed toward another meeting. This time, it wasn't about military reinforcements or logistics—it was about the P-pop group that had been stranded in the MOA Complex since the outbreak.
Phillip walked beside him, reading from his tablet. "The group calls themselves ALAB. Seven members, all female. They were here for an event when everything collapsed. Just like RAVE, the K-pop group we dealt with before."
Thomas sighed. "Another group of idols. Fantastic."
Rebecca, walking on his other side, added, "Unlike RAVE, they haven't caused problems. But that doesn't mean they're adjusting well. From what we gathered, some of them still haven't fully grasped their situation."
Thomas stopped in front of the door and looked at them. "Let's see if they understand it now."