Horrified


    I turned and shuffled back into the room. I sat on the bed while still looking toward the window. I even


    strained my ears, trying to hear the faint sounds outside. Disappointingly, the car stopped,


    On the press conference day, Ryan arrived early to pick me up. He sensed my nerves and reassured


    me, Everything is in ce. Don’t worry.”


    My parents wanted to apany me, but Ryan and I insisted they stay home. Still, I couldn’t shake my


    unease. For some reason, I felt things would not go smoothly.


    Since the press conference would ur in Gr Tower’s lobby, we made necessary arrangements


    with the building’s management. We even chose a time that did not sh with other people’s work.


    Upon arriving, I realized our mistake. Gr Tower was crowded, making it impossible to get in. Even


    the entrance to the underground parking lot was full of cars. I couldn’t enter the building, nor could the


    employees from otherpanies.


    I watched the chaos unfold as I sat in Ryan’s car, shocked. The cars attempting to enter the


    underground parking lot stretched for miles. Considering the situation, these people had been stuck


    here for hours.


    The frustrated drivers continuously honked. After all, manypanies strictly adhered to clocking in,


    and beingte could mean trouble. The disgruntled voices became increasingly audible, with some


    cursing


    aloud.


    Ryan looked around at a loss. He was also unsure how to handle the unexpected crowd. As the


    scheduled time drew closer, more people joined crowded the area. I noticed these individuals weren’t


    journalists.


    Suddenly, Ryan turned to me and said, “Stay in the car and lock the doors. I’ll go and check things out.”


    I grabbed his arm. “There are too many people. You won’t be able to get to thepany.”


    “I’m not going in. I just want to check the situation. Wait for me,” Ryan said as he nced at the crowd


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    before instructing me, “Lock the doors”


    He opened the car door and disappeared into the crowd, maneuvering past other vehicles.


    I locked the door nervously as the riot from the hospital shed In my mind. The stuffiness in the car


    made me increasingly restless. Then, a man’s sinister face appeared outside the car windshield. He


    smirked and climbed onto the roof of the car,


    was startled and looked at the man with widened eyes, shouting, “What are you doing?”


    I saw the man shout but couldn’t make out his words. A momentter, a group of people ran toward the


    car in all directions.


    Trapped inside, I looked out in horror as an egg broke on the windshield. Immediately after, I had


    shbacks to the scene at the hospital again. The car began to shake violently, making it hard to


    remain seated. I didn’t know what these people wanted.


    I kept screaming while desperately trying to steady myself. I rummaged for my phone to call for help,


    but I didn’t want Ryan to return now. If he returned rashly, he would get hurt.


    Outside, the people seemed to have gone insane. The whole car had egg stains. Suddenly, something


    terrifying happened. A crash sounded, and the windshield cracked. Someone began to throw objects at


    the car.


    A momentter, the windshield and window beside me cracked. It seemed someone else had climbed


    atop the car, causing it to shake violently. The pounding made me feel suffocated as I screamed. I


    didn’t


    know how far their madness would escte.


    Finally, I found my phone. However, the car tilted to one side, and I tumbled into the driver’s side. My


    phone slipped from my grip, and I didn’t know where it went.


    Then, the windshield shattered, and the car almost toppled over.