He stayed by my side all these years.
Damien and Eason were violently knocking on the tiles, trying to get Joel out.
However, I couldn't pry them open, and neither could they.
Zion knelt on the floor, his hands covered in blood. His fingers were still in the gap in the floor tiles, adamant about getting them open. He screamed and struggled in despair. My numbed senses seemed to have gradually sharpened.
This was what despair felt like.
I knew it for a fact-this was despair.
"The first person who triggers the destructive mechanism can get out of here alive. The price being... everyone else will end up dead," the creepy voice said once again.
I instinctively looked toward the far end. Taylor, who was usually unnoticeable, had already run to the end of the hall without us knowing.
He stared at the red button on the wall. Then, he turned to look at us with a shaky gaze.
