Chapter 184

Sloane could barely register what Roman was saying. Surrounded by darkness, her voice trembled, "Why did we come here? Can't we get out?"

"Of course we can, but we're already inside. Should we go forward or backward? You decide."

Clinging tightly to his arm, she looked ahead, then behind—darkness everywhere. Her voice shook uncontrollably. "T-then, let's go forward."

Retreating wasn't her style.