Do not deprive me of

The sixth floor, a frigid hall with lingering scents of alcohol and cold, punctuated by the occasional snores of a sleeping warden. ●search.●,Xin'ola turned back to look at the transparent curtain left at the doorway, its edges still bearing that detestable sealing mechanism structure. It ensured the metal door fit perfectly with the frame.,Its elongated figure was tightly wrapped in a heavy restraint suit, from limbs to head it was strictly fixed within the sealed barrier. Even its face was covered by a cold mask, leaving only a few narrow slits, like a diver suffocating in the deep sea, able to survive only by relying on this meager oxygen.。