"Tsk tsk tsk, another group. It seems we weren't wrongly caught today; there are quite a few fools who had the same idea as us."
In the cell on the other side, it seemed their attempts to break the iron door had woken up others, and now several responses, slightly mocking and self-deprecating, finally appeared.
"Who are you? What exactly is going on? I am a VIP guest who spent money at the Crimson Desire Shelter. How dare these people lock us up here?"
No one answered his question, but several impatient voices did echo in the dungeon.
"Don't bother, you can't break this iron door without tools. Anyway, Director Lilith won't kill us. Just sleep here for one night, and everything will be fine tomorrow."
"Newcomer, I warn you, stop making noise! If you dare to disturb my rest again, I'll be the first to twist your head off tomorrow morning!"
It seemed these people were all repeat offenders, clearly familiar with the situation here, and not at all worried about being locked up.
