For the first week, the survivors behaved well. It was not the peaceful, grateful, obedient kind of behavior that came from genuine acceptance.
Tang Li Yue was not naïve enough to believe in such pretty nonsense. It was the stiff, careful, and somewhat frightened behavior of people who had realized that the safehouse had rules, weapons, food, and several very dangerous individuals who did not look like they would be moved by tears.
It was still good behavior. Tang Li Yue could accept that much. Barely.
The safehouse slowly folded the five newcomers into its daily rhythm.
