"As for your question... who the enemy is? It's called despair, one that births the death of community. That's the real infection. And it's far more contagious."
The room went quiet.
Clement's face remained expressionless, but his eyes still held confusion and innocence, as if he hadn't just presented a competing philosophy for survival—one of ruthless self-preservation. "Stop speaking in riddles."
Sienna sighed.
How can he not understand what she meant till now? Did she really have to spell it out?!
