It's night.
The two hundred experiment subjects lying in bed are suffering from insomnia.
The words spoken by that unidentified person in the square are continually echoing in their minds.
Space!
It's a place they never dared to imagine.
Perhaps, as the person said, returning to society might not be realistic, but compared to prison and this uncertain secret base, space sounds pretty good, doesn't it?
Tossing and turning in bed, those with plans are already plotting how to secure a spot internally.
Standing out from these two hundred people is easier said than done.
Everyone came from the same prison, none are easy characters.
At dawn, when the alarm rings, everyone gets dressed, washes up, and rushes to assemble at the square as if trained.
There's a guard every ten steps, a watch every five, and many deep holes on the walls.
You don't need to guess that weapons are hidden in those holes.
