Chapter 392

"You two go first." Vespera directed Fawn to the window and helped her climb through. "Run, then call the police. Even if you get lost, just keep moving—get as far away as you can and find somewhere to hide." "Okay, I understand," Fawn replied. Though her body felt frozen with anxiety, she managed to force herself onto the windowsill. Just as she was about to jump down, she stopped and turned back. "Miss, what's your name?" "Go! Don't waste time with questions!" Vespera urged, pushing her out the window. Every second mattered—they still had others to help get to safety. Startled by Vespera's tone, Fawn didn't hesitate any longer. She quickly jumped down to the ground. She had planned to ask for her name, thinking she'd express her gratitude later. This young woman was sharp, brave, and calm under pressure. She knew when to be gentle and when to be assertive—qualities that were truly admirable. Soon, Fawn was already out the window. On the other side of the building, Calvert