Lin Wan squeezed her eyes shut, burying her pale face deep into her knees. Her entire body was shaking so hard that the thin straw mattress beneath her was rustling loudly in the quiet room.
Her teeth were chattering, and cold sweat was pouring down her neck, making the black mark sting with a dull heat.
"Weiwei," Lin Wan whispered inside her head, her voice cracking with a deep, hopeless sorrow. "Is there any way out? Any system function left? Please."
[I am sorry, host...] Weiwei's voice was barely a faint echo, completely suppressed and muffled by the massive, suffocating royal pressure that was currently leaking through the floorboards of the room. [His sovereign domain has completely locked down this entire building. Every spatial line is frozen. My system functions are locked behind an administrative block. I can't even open the basic inventory box. He... he is right outside the door.]
The heavy footsteps finally reached the third-floor hallway.
*Click. Click.*
