The room was dark and quiet. Vivian felt that something was wrong, so she paused for a moment before continuing, "Continue to check the area."
Things had already progressed to this point, and there was no way back for her. She could only continue on. Vivian put away the walkie-talkie, reached out to the wall, and pressed the switch.
A strong light spread in the room, and Vivian squinted her eyes subconsciously. When she opened her eyes, she was shocked by the scene in front of her.
In her imagination, the person who should have been pressed to the ground and done whatever others wanted was now sitting elegantly on a single sofa with her legs crossed and cheeks on her hand. The villain who should have been assaulting her had his limbs broken and was lying on the ground, his life or death unknown.
