The square-faced man was engulfed by the crowd.

Everyone scrambled for the jewels on the ground. The strong suppressed the weak with force, while the weak threw tantrums. Soon, a chaotic brawl broke out.

Cries and shouts filled the air.

You also wanted to get a share, but they fought too fiercely.

Fresh blood gushed onto the ground.

The scent of grass faintly wafted in the air.

You suddenly felt hungry.

This feeling of emptiness couldn't be filled even by eating.

You anxiously paced in place, desperately wanting to munch on something to regain yourself.

The fighters' movements slowed down, and they blankly looked around.

Someone pushed you, and you fell onto a nearby seat.

When you came to your senses, you realized you had bumped into someone.

It was the mother and daughter who started the fight.

You remembered that ever since the girl was brought back by the flight attendant, they hadn't moved for a long time.

The two of them sat stiffly on the seats, their eyes vacant, oblivious to the fighting around them.

You apologized to them, but they remained silent.

This strange silence made your hair stand on end.