Lin Sanjiu shook her head strongly, but the foggy confusion in her mind was persistent and showed no sign of fading away.
She could not contact Mrs. Manas, and she still did not know why she was standing here. Where exactly was she right now? Why would she be in this place, smelling awful? What was the thing behind them?
Amidst countless doubts and chaotic thoughts, the only thing she could hold onto and found reliable enough was the man beside her—Silvan.
"I can't recall anything. What is going on?" she asked him quietly. The man with the golden hair laid his hand on her back, stopping her from turning around to look.
"Don't worry, I will tell you everything. Now, breathe." His voice was gentle and kind, sounding just like he usually did, which consoled her a bit.
Lin Sanjiu took a long breath, and when she exhaled, she could no longer hold her urge back and asked, "Why are you stopping them from going there?"
