Guan Yao unconsciously rubbed the edge of the table with her fingertips.
Outside the window, the rain was growing heavier, the sound of it pelting against the security glass intertwining with the humming of the instruments inside, brewing a deeper sense of unease in the silence.
She suddenly realized that even if they built an airtight security system, this headquarters, which had been converted from the administrative building of the University for the Aged, was in itself a fatal weakness.
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