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.●,Antanas' finger glided lightly across the screen, zooming in on the map's details, his gaze fixed on that red dot.,Hyberlian sat in the chair nodding, holding a cookie in her hand. She felt like everyone else was busy, and she could just relax and act as a supervisor.。