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.,And Xynora hesitated slightly, a ghost of a smile touching her lips as she raised her hand in response to Antanas's celebratory gesture.。