[Holy Grounds]
Minutes ago...
"I can... move?"
Lola opened and closed her hands and even stretched her legs. Surprisingly, they felt as free as a bird. It was as though she hadn’t been beaten by Melissa at all.
Jumping from her spot, her mouth fell open in shock.
"Holy..." she gasped, snapping her eyes to Derek, who mirrored the same shock.
Just moments ago, Lola had been lying unconscious on the floor. No—before that, just minutes earlier, she had fallen unconscious almost instantly after injecting herself with that suspicious syringe.
But look at her now.
"What... is going on?" he blurted, eyes trembling. "How come... you can move now?"
Until now, Derek believed the syringe carried another paralytic drug. But seeing her like this told him otherwise.
Why would that child and that silver-eyed trash let her get hold of what looked like an antidote?
Weren’t they supposed to be enemies?
Those questions crossed Lola’s mind as well, but she shook her head, unwilling to dwell on them.
"Never mind that!" Lola leapt forward, grabbing the metal bars. "We’ve got to get moving. Wake up, Silo."
"..."
This time, she kicked the metal bars, making them clang violently. Derek jolted at the sound, snapping out of his trance.
"Wake Silo up," Lola ordered lowly. "We’re going to need to leave this place before any of them come back."
Regardless of that little girl’s and that silver-eyed trash’s intentions, no one would stop Lola from leaving this place. She reached for the lock of the cage, pulling at it to see if she could unlock it by brute force.
It was locked, as expected.
Meanwhile, Derek hurried to Silo’s side.
"Hey!" Derek shook him, but to no avail. He slapped Silo lightly. "Hey, wake up!"
Not bothering with him any longer, Lola scanned the room before her eyes landed on the open door. Slowly, she approached and hid behind the wall, carefully peeking out to see if anyone was guarding the entrance.
She half-expected no one to be outside. Otherwise, they would’ve rushed in with how loud Derek had been.
Much to her surprise, there were people in the hallway.
They were all... unconscious.
Deep lines formed on her face as she stepped out, taking in the guards lying motionless on the floor. They weren’t bleeding, nor were there any signs of a fight. She would’ve heard it if one had broken out.
But there was nothing.
"Those two..." she whispered, thinking of the little girl and the silver-eyed man. Especially the silver-eyed man—the one who had brought her here. "...were they actually helping me?"
But why?
If Melissa had been here, then this must’ve happened after she left.
Lola shook her head again, reminding herself not to dwell on it. What mattered was that she could move, and she could finally do something other than spew nonsense.
"Damn it," she muttered, approaching the unconscious guards to search for keys.
On the third man, she heard the faint clanging of metal. Pulling out the keyring, her face twitched at the handful of keys dangling from the round chain.
"Never mind," she muttered to herself as she rushed back into the cell.
When she returned, Derek was still trying to wake Silo. She ignored them, crouched in front of the lock, and began trying the keys one by one.
"You... can... move now?"
She paused at Amala’s weak voice. Smiling, she nodded. "We’re getting out of here, Amala. I’ll deal with Farah once you guys are safe."
Her eyes widened.

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