Bright lights shone through the worn windows into the spacious hall, falling on neatly arranged, old metal chairs.
A man in a red robe, wearing silver glasses, sat on the front bench with his hands on his chest and his eyes downcast, as if he were praying.
Squeak—
The old door was slowly opened, and several figures entered one by one, led by a figure in a black trench coat.
The figure in the red robe on the first row seemed not to hear the door opening and continued to keep his eyes closed, continuously 'praying'.
The figure in the black trench coat walked to the side of the red-robed figure, glanced at the devout praying posture of the red-robed figure, and slightly opened his mouth.
But in the end, he said nothing, only stood beside the figure in the red robe, bowed his head, and seemed to begin praying as well.
Those who followed him in also remained silent now, not daring to make any noise.
