"Devon?"
A familiar voice echoed from the darkness, followed by the appearance of a pale little face.
"You're still alive!"
Upon seeing Melissa, Devon's voice was filled with surprise. He then scanned around, pondering how to help Melissa escape from this place.
Devon instructed nervously, "Melissa, remember, when the Blood Tax officers come in to choose people, you should discreetly follow along with the crowd. Don't worry, I'll manage to rescue you!"
"Escape?" Melissa hesitated for a moment, then shook her head, "I'm sorry, I can't leave this place."
"What are you talking about?"
Devon thought Melissa was mad; remaining here meant a death sentence for everyone.
"I need to take care of others. They need my help."
As Melissa spoke, she retreated into the darkness. Devon stepped on his tiptoes, trying to peer into the dark prison's interior, his blurry vision gradually clearing up, revealing an incredible scene.
