A long, thin sound seemed like something was probing into the keyhole.
Luna Lancaster was startled by the sound; she had just escaped from death herself, having framed so many people, she was terrified of someone seeking revenge. So when the nurse left, she deliberately asked the nurse to lock the door from the inside, unless she crawled out of bed with her injured leg to open it, it couldn't be unlocked from the outside.
"Who is it?" Luna instinctively called out.
At that moment, the person outside managed to unlock the door and enter.
"It's me, don't be afraid."
The person entering wore a black mask, with heavy bangs covering the forehead, only a pair of eyes visible.
"Sis?" Luna recognized Sheryl Lancaster's voice. "What happened to you?"
"My face was burnt," Sheryl walked over. "Dear sister, I know you fell from the upstairs because of me, and I was scared to death."
