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.,Unlike the two who scurried into this cell, New King must have just finished his maintenance work on a certain level of the negative sixth floor. He's definitely coming over at an unhurried and elegant pace, estimated to arrive later than expected.。