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

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

against the wall, hugging her knees, burying her face in her arms. The exhaustion from

unworthy of life, of facing

room. The ninth

Eleanor didn’t hear it. She just sat against the wall in

and 2-7 smirked, turning to Mr. Nine.

into fists, blood dripping onto his trousers and the floor. The dripping sound was soft, almost inaudible, but 2-7 could hear

seemed. As if only such punishment could

the man who was helping her is dead, let’s see if she can

leaving the room with an air of arrogance.

followed, leaving only Mr. Nine sitting on the

she sat there. Eventually, a mechanical arm picked her up

Room 9, without Robin’s figure sprawling on the

was now inhabited

with the stark white walls, was a perfect match in its

walked to Robin’s bed, pulled

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