Clearly, the key was right there.
After taking a sip of water and munching on a piece of candy, Carol began to relax.
Quinn let out a sigh of relief and collapsed on the ground. Tears streamed down her face as she hugged Carol tightly, crying, "Carol."
Once Carol regained her composure, she burst into tears.
Terrified, she sought refuge in Quinn's embrace, trembling all over.
"It's okay," Quinn whispered, trying to comfort her.
Steven glanced outside indifferently. "Gotta hurry."
They had to leave this place immediately.
Everyone had been released. Snd soon enough, the lunatic orchestrating everything behind the scenes would make his next move.
"Do you fancy yourself a savior? Or perhaps a god..." That voice echoed again, filled with fury.
"They've harmed you. Yet, you're bent on saving them. You'll regret your choices sooner than you think."
The warning was clear. Saving those people would only result in them seeking revenge on Steven.
Steven stared coldly at the room's speakers and cameras, a smirk playing on his lips. But, he remained silent.
For some reason, I felt a chill down my spine.
Was Steven genuinely trying to save these people, or did he want to watch them turn on each other?
Just letting them starve to death? That was too simple.
Their sins deserved something more brutal. They should suffer in fear before being slowly tortured to death.
I startled myself with that thought and quickly looked down, clasping my hands tightly. "Let's get out of here."
As we reached the dining area, those folks had devoured every last bit of food.
Yasmin had set aside some extra food, and she had hidden away most of the weapons, only letting a few people have them.
After dinner, everyone remained relatively calm, and someone spoke up on their own, "What's going on? Can anyone explain?"
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