Chapter 1308

“Robin!” Eleanor clenched her fists, pounding furiously against the glass door.

The door retracted, and her fists hit the wall instead.

It was painful, yet numb, as she continued to hammer at the wall.

Her small fists wore through the skin, blood seeping out, staining the wall a chilling red. But the wall still stood, unyielding, showing no signs of opening.

Eleanor used all her strength but could not break through. Her hands slowly slid down from the door. Her despair, etched in blood, made her look like a lifeless doll.

“Robin, I can’t break this wall, I’m sorry, I can’t save you…”

Eleanor knelt on the floor, helpless, staring at the white wall that separated life from death.

Her body felt drained of blood, her limbs cold.

Robin… That lofty, moody, somewhat odd man, had met his end because of her…

Tears welled up in Eleanor’s eyes, rolling down her cheeks. If it wasn’t for her, Robin wouldn’t have died. It was her fault, her incompetence. She hadn’t found Bernard, hadn’t found Caleb, and now Robin was gone.

her face with her hands, letting the tears flow freely.

have stopped him from following her. Then he wouldn’t have

the wall, hugging her knees, burying her face in her arms. The exhaustion from Robin’s death, her

of life, of facing anyone, especially

room. The ninth round will start

but Eleanor didn’t hear it. She just sat

2-7 smirked, turning to Mr.

blood dripping onto his trousers and the floor. The dripping sound was soft, almost inaudible,

blood dripped, the more satisfied she seemed. As if only

her is dead, let’s see if she can pass the final

up, leaving the room with

sitting on the sofa like a

Eventually, a mechanical

Room 9, without Robin’s figure sprawling on the bed, seemed colder…

now inhabited

bleak scene, combined with the stark white walls, was a

bed, pulled open

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255