Around me, the hall exploded into chaos.
"That's insane—"
"Nine people?!"
"We don't even get to perform—"
"Six of us are just—gone?!"
Voices crashed over each other, panic rising in jagged waves.
I sat frozen, mind racing through scenarios.
Physical endurance. Speed. Raw strength. Everything alphas excelled at naturally.
I glanced toward Haejun—S-rank, alpha, injured shoulder but still formidable.
Then Hyunki. Minjae. Taeyong.
All alphas. All athletic. All capable of sprinting through obstacles while I struggled to keep pace.
Jisoo gripped my sleeve hard enough to hurt. His bunny-bright optimism had vanished entirely, replaced by naked fear.
"This is a slaughter," Jinwook muttered, barely audible beneath the chaos.
For once, I couldn't argue.
PD Kwon raised his hands, calling for silence.
"Buses depart for the obstacle field in thirty minutes. I suggest you prepare accordingly."
The screen cut to black.
