The Villainous Director Is Raising a Child!

I was tearing up the emergency stairs of a gray building like a madman, a twin tucked under each arm like a piece of luggage.

I'd sprinted flat out through kilometers of brutal ruins the second I saw the red flare stitched across the sky, and my lungs felt on the verge of tearing.

But my legs didn't buckle under me.

The twins had been pushing me along with their telekinesis at intervals, sometimes flinging me clean through the air — thanks to them, I'd punched through at a speed leagues beyond anything human.

"Director!! Over here!!! On the roof!!!"

Number Three Kang Taemin's raw shout, cutting down from the top of the stairs.

Finally reaching the top floor, I threw a kick without hesitation at the iron rooftop door.

Kwang—!!

The already-battered iron door tore free, hinges and all, flew through the air, and slammed ugly onto the ground.