Do not deprive me of

The sixth floor, a frigid hall with lingering scents of alcohol and cold, punctuated by the occasional snores of a sleeping warden. ●search.●,Xin'ola turned back to look at the transparent curtain left at the doorway, its edges still bearing that detestable sealing mechanism structure. It ensured the metal door fit perfectly with the frame.,Although heavily veiled by a formidable barrier, the Truth of Praenai's eyes, belonging to the imprisoned one, pierced through the gaps in his mask, reflecting the figures of the two visitors with a chilling and profound intensity.。