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After lunch, you focus on less physically taxing tasks. First, you search for shortcuts in the common area of the school but unfortunately find nothing new. You then move on to practicing sewing pockets, but struggle to get the technique right and end up sewing the pocket crudely, as before. Lastly, you try to learn some dance moves to improve your dexterity, but don't feel like you're making any progress. You feel discouraged and wonder if you'll ever achieve your goals.
As Sunday evening rolls around, the teachers organize a dance party to celebrate the students who have returned from therapy, and you join, excited to practice your dance skills. The hall exudes a club-like atmosphere, with dim lighting and neon lights casting an electric glow. As you scan the room, you spot Mikhail and Budimir among the crowd. Both have transformed their look, and their outfits are stunning. Mikhail wears a tight-fitting, glittery silver dress that accentuates every curve on her body. Budimir, on the other hand, wears a flowy pink skirt that twirls beautifully as she dances, paired with a white crop top that draws everyone's attention.
As the pop music starts blasting out, the students begin socializing and dancing, and you make your way over to the snack table to grab a few bites. You notice the colorful outfits everyone is wearing, and how it all adds to the enthralling atmosphere.
You eagerly take to the dance floor, testing out the moves you had practiced earlier. As you move to the beat, you feel your confidence surge, and a smile spreads across your face as you revel in the lively atmosphere and the company of your fellow students, all flaunting their best outfits.
After dancing for a while, you take a break and sit down with some friends to chat and enjoy some of the non-alcoholic drinks on offer. As the night goes on, the party continues to be a fun and enjoyable experience. Suddenly, the music abruptly stops, and the room falls silent as the sound of gunshots from an assault weapon echoes through the building from a distance. The teachers quickly step in, instructing the students to remain in the dancing hall until further notice.
After a tense moment, Ms. Müller enters the room, her expression stern and serious. "I'm sorry to inform you all that the dance party is over," she says firmly. "The student council president, Se-young Kim, has shot and killed three security guards who came to arrest her on suspicion of counterrevolutionary activities. She has fled the scene and is now considered a fugitive."
The shocking news leaves the students stunned and speechless, and a sense of unease spreads throughout the room.
"For your safety, you must remain in your dorm rooms for the rest of the day. Anyone with information about Se-young Kim or her whereabouts must inform the teachers immediately."
