Because of the elevator's limited space, Abigail and Pullan pushed the wheeled bed into the elevator separately.
Brandon Piers, lying on the bed, was quiet and pale. Only his shallow breathing proved he was still alive.
His overly handsome face clashed with the surrounding environment, like a sleeping beauty who needed a kiss to awaken.
Abigail stared for a moment and couldn't help but lick her chapped lips. Before she could think further, the elevator door dinged and opened.
The rolling sound of the wheeled bed was exceptionally abrupt on the third basement floor, making the surroundings even more silent and empty.
Since the morgue was upstairs, this underground parking lot was mostly empty for the better part of the day. Occasionally, hearses would pass by, and some superstitious people would especially avoid this area.
Abigail didn't wait for Pullan. She pushed Brandon out, intending to leave, but saw two people wobbling toward her.
