While opening the door handle, it looked troubled when Hans opened it.
"What's with this door? Why can't it be opened?" He asked.
Hans kept trying to open the door with the key, but the result was the same. The door couldn't open and even the lock couldn't turn.
"Is it possible because I pulled too hard earlier so this door was broken and locked automatically?" Hans muttered quietly.
DEG!
His heart immediately skipped a beat, imagining how long Achiera had been in the wet room.
"So, that means Achiera has been inside since this afternoon?" he continued again with a sense of worry.
With all his strength, Hans kept trying to break down the door and managed to open it.
When the door opened, the first thing that caught his eye was Achiera sleeping curled up, folded her arms like a baby in the womb. He was still wearing the torn shirt earlier, and there was a little bloodstained on it.
