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.

with her hands, letting

following her. Then

Eleanor’s heart clenched and her frail body shivered. She leaned against the wall, hugging her knees, burying her face in her arms. The exhaustion from Robin’s death,

of

The ninth round will

hear it. She just sat against the wall

the surveillance feed stopped, and 2-7

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

more satisfied she seemed. As if only such

her is dead, let’s see if

up, leaving the room with

Mr. Nine sitting on the sofa like

a mechanical arm picked her up and returned her to her room.

empty Room 9, without Robin’s figure

was now inhabited by her

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

Robin’s bed, pulled open the

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