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.●,The air in the corridor was heavy with damp, cold air. Two shadows stirred up a gust of icy wind.,Antanas led the way, decisive and swift. Sinora followed closely behind, her eyes scanning the surroundings, ready to face any danger that might arise.。