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.,The air in the corridor was heavy with damp, cold air. Two shadows stirred up a gust of icy wind.。