Emerging from the break room, the corridor was eerily empty, not a soul in sight.
Miaomiao quietly clutched Yun Ya's hand, feeling his tension, and Yun Ya reciprocated by holding her hand in return.
The fully enclosed corridor, with offices flanking both sides, was dimly lit by motion-sensor ceiling lights, casting long shadows on the polished floor as they moved.
Yun Ya narrowed his eyes and took out his cell phone to send a text message.
From the break room door to the elevator was a distance of over one hundred meters, and apart from their footsteps, there was dead silence.
Yun Ya's gaze vigilantly scanned the surroundings when suddenly, a door next to them burst open, and a hand reached out, grabbing Yun Ya's arm and attempting to pull her inside. The assailant was so strong that, despite being on guard, Yun Ya stumbled and, caught off guard, started to fall inside.
