At that moment, she was terrified.
She closed her eyes, trying to hypnotize herself that this was just a dream, mumbling, "Wake up... Fang Eleven, wake up now!"
Minutes passed, and she was still laying there. It wasn't a dream, and no one came to rescue her.
No one would come to rescue her... This was the rooftop, she didn't know which one, but generally, no one would come up here for no reason.
Eleven didn't want to just lie there, but she didn't have any strength left in her limbs. Under this immense fear, she couldn't muster any.
Even if she tried to move a bit, to fall to the left, the height was little over a meter. At most, she would break a bone.
But she didn't dare to move recklessly, maybe she'd fall not to the left but to the right, from a height of two to three hundred meters.
As time passed, Eleven's body became more rigid, cold sweat covered her entire body.
Eventually, she broke down and started crying, who... who wanted her dead...
