Daisy Zane, with one hand gripped around the man's arm, she supported him as she pulled him to walk outside.
The man glanced at those people lying on the ground, pulled the dagger out from his forearm, and clutched it in his hand.
Daisy Zane caught sight of the dagger and then hit the elevator button.
The pair smoothly got out from the 18th Prison, Daisy Zane leading him northward.
The man glanced at the ones dropped at the entrance, then at the mountain in the north, "Are we heading up the mountain?"
"Uh-huh," replied Daisy Zane. "We can escape from up the mountain; there will be people outside to pick us up."
"You're very familiar with this place."
"I've been undercover here for two years. I am well-acquainted with the Clark Manor." Daisy Zane, guiding him to crouch behind a rockery, managed to avoid a night patrol. "Usually undercover here, only acting upon orders when necessary."
