"The wardrobe..."
The confined space, just a few square feet, awakened the injuries in her memories. Sakuragi Hitomi's eyes trembled, and she immediately chose to pull the door.
"Creak..."
But just as Sakuragi Hitomi didn't want to recall, the door didn't budge, no matter how hard she tried to open it.
"President! Are you there?!"
"..."
After calling out to Yan Huan a few times to no avail, she tried her best to calm herself down.
That's right...
After a few slight breaths, she remembered something and turned to look at the wall behind her.
Just as expected, there was a small hole that allowed her to observe the outside...
Sakuragi Hitomi hurriedly leaned forward and vaguely saw the scene outside.
"..."
Outside, surrounded by countless centipedes, Yan Huan stood alone with his back to Sakuragi Hitomi.
He was enveloped in shadows, holding a silver-white dagger in his hand.
"Pres... President!"
