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.,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.。