He's dead?!
At the thought of this possibility, Fifteen's heart tightened.
"Fifteen!" Carl ran over, watching her with concern, "Are you okay?"
Fifteen gently shook her head, looked at the balcony on the second floor, and frowned tightly.
"Let's go quickly!"
Carl looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to them, and tried to pull her to run, but Fifteen stood still.
"Let's go, or they'll find us and we won't be able to leave!" Carl urgently reminded.
"I need to confirm something!"
Fifteen pushed away his arm and suddenly ran forward two steps, grabbing the exposed steel bars on the wall, trying to climb upstairs.
"What, you want to see if I'm dead or not?"
Beside her, a lazy male voice came.
Recognizing that voice, Fifteen turned with joy, looking at the unharmed Phoebe in front of her, and her eyes lit up.
"You're not dead!"
Phoebe leaned against the broken wall, tilting his head slightly, watching her face.
"So, you're very disappointed, aren't you?"
