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.●,Sinora leaned closer, her pupils reflecting a shimmering light as she nodded rapidly, signaling to Antanas that she was ready.,Its elongated figure was tightly wrapped in a heavy restraint suit, from limbs to head it was strictly fixed within the sealed barrier. Even its face was covered by a cold mask, leaving only a few narrow slits, like a diver suffocating in the deep sea, able to survive only by relying on this meager oxygen.。