"I got the key! Let's get out of here!" Derrick came back with an encouraging news. The key unlocked the cell door without any trouble, making Kenza smile, perhaps for the first time Mistletoe had ever seen. She helped Mistletoe get up and follow Derrick out.

The gloomy and somewhat annoyed expression on Kenza's face was gone for good, and replaced with a pulsating will to survive. She wasn't alone, as Mistletoe also got into full survival mode the second they went out of the cell. Her breath became soft, steps were silent, eyes scanning as they went along the hallway.

"We should keep our volume down. We don't know how well the monster listens." Mistletoe whispered.