Chapter 1308 âRobin!â Eleanor clenched her fists, pounding furiously against the glass door.
The door retracted, and her fists hit the wall instead.
It was painful, yet numb, as she continued to hammer at the wall.
Her small fists wore through the skin, blood seeping out, staining the wall a chilling red. But the wall still stood, unyielding, showing no signs of opening.
Eleanor used all her strength but could not break through. Her hands slowly slid down from the door. Her despair, etched in blood, made her look like a lifeless doll.
âRobin, I canât break this wall, Iâm sorry, I canât save you...â
Eleanor knelt on the floor, helpless, staring at the white wall that separated life from death.
Her body felt drained of blood, her limbs cold.
Robin... That lofty, moody, somewhat odd man, had met his end because of her...
Tears welled up in Eleanorâs eyes, rolling down her cheeks. If it wasnât for her, Robin wouldnât have died. It was her fault, her incompetence. She hadnât found Bernard, hadnât found Caleb, and now Robin was gone.
Eleanor covered her face with her hands, letting the tears flow freely.
She should have stopped him from following her. Then he wouldnât have died.
Thinking of Robin covered in blood, Eleanorâs heart clenched and her frail body shivered. She leaned against the wall, hugging her knees, burying her face in her arms. The exhaustion from Robinâs death, her physical weariness and mental collapse left her faith in survival shattered.
She felt unworthy of life, of facing anyone, especially Katharine.
âPlease, the last player, return to your room. The ninth round will start tomorrow. Please prepare in advance.â
The mechanical voice chimed, but Eleanor didnât hear it. She just sat against the wall in silence.
Backstage, the surveillance feed stopped, and 2-7 smirked, turning to Mr. Nine.
His slender, pale hands were clenched into fists, blood dripping onto his trousers and the floor. The dripping sound was soft, almost inaudible, but 2-7 could hear and see it.
And yet, the more blood dripped, the more satisfied she seemed. As if only such punishment could appease her anger.
âNow that the man who was helping her is dead, letâs see if she can pass the final round.â
2-7 stood up, leaving the room with an air of arrogance.
The others followed, leaving only Mr. Nine sitting on the sofa like a statue.
Eleanor didnât know how long she sat there. Eventually, a mechanical arm picked her up and returned her to her room.
The empty Room 9, without Robinâs figure sprawling on the bed, seemed colder...
The room was now inhabited by her alone.
The bleak scene, combined with the stark white walls, was a perfect match in its misery.
Numb, she walked to Robinâs bed, pulled open the drawer.
Inside were apples, milk, bread. Not much, but it was what Robin had saved bit by bit over the past two months. He was always worried she would go hungry, so he would only eat a little and save the rest for her, yet he was always pretending to complain that he didnât like eating much.
Each breakfast, he would save a piece of fruit, a box of milk, a slice of bread. So there there would always be something for her when she was hungry at night.
He said she could only eat one at a time. If she ate too much, there would be none left for the next day. She had to think about the future, as hunger would increase as the months went by.
Although Area Opaca provided food, it was always scarce. Plus, she was eating for two, she always felt hungry.
So, no matter how hungry she was, she obediently followed Robinâs rules. But Robin was no longer there. No one to limit her, Eleanor could eat as much as she wanted.
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She took out all the food from the drawer, eating like a madwoman.
They were tasteless. As she ate, tears welled up in her eyes again, and before she knew it, they were streaming down her face.
She never thought sheâd cry for another man, but Robin had moved her deeply.
She wished she knew what question Robin wanted to ask, and what his last lip movements meant? But it was not possible, Robin had left her, left this world, taking all the answers with him. She would never know.
Eleanor sat en Robinâs bed, holding the last apple, lost in her guilt and her questions, for a whole night...