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.●,After making arrangements with Huberlian, Antanas and Sinora hesitated for almost no time. They exchanged a glance and immediately rushed towards the frost corridor inside the Level 6 prison.,The air in the corridor was heavy with damp, cold air. Two shadows stirred up a gust of icy wind.。